I watch the bubbles as they form
some immediately failing,
others hampered on thier journey
some carried on the wind prevailing.
And in each orb there lies a dream
some to die before fruition,
others float just out of reach
but some contain my own volition.
Though there are dreams beyond my grasp
each day I grow the more I learn,
as I reach out to the future
I catch each bubble in its turn.
And so the dreams I blow today
if they should live or too soon die,
may they attract that special person
who will believe my dream whereby
I will master all achievements
and take me where I hope to be,
for hopes concieved far in the past
brought out the fortitude in me.
