When I grow up...

"What do you want to be when you grow up?",
my mummy one day asked.
"A fairy princess with glittery wings, a magic wand and mask!"
"what do you want to be when you grow up?"
my mummy asked a few years later.
"A fireman, policeman, vet"
I said "maybe even a waiter!"
"what do you want to be when you grow up?"
my mum asked me when I turned ten.
"a singer, an actress, a TV reporter, like the ones outside
Big Ben."
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
My mum asked as I turned thirteen.
"I don't know, get out of my room, can't you see
I'm watching TV"
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
I was now fifteen years of age.
"The wife of someone rich"
I said, "With a servant and a maid"
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
I was asked at sweet sixteen.
"I won't be anything unless i pass my exams!!"
"i'll be part of the tesco team!!"
"Now i've asked you this many times before, and many
different answers you have given, but right now tell what you really want,
not the lie that you've been livin'.
"I want to be something that makes me happy, makes me smile with joy, but you can't do that,
in this world, life isn't there to enjoy. I want to be a singer, an actress on the westend - remember how my constant
singing used to drive you round the bend?
i want to perform in front of millions, be famous, be known, be happy, I want to standing in the spotlight, oh i know, that does
sound sappy.
i want to fly to neverland, with Wendy and peterpan. i want to be there to fight captain hook, lend a helping hand.
I want to forget my troubles, forget everything exists, i want to be surrounded by a bubble, that won't be broken by a fist.
I want to be carefree, be happy, be free, but that can't happen whilst i'm studying for a degree.
Why does everything have to be so hard, seem so tiresome, so pointless, so dull? Why can't it be as simple as playing with barbie dolls?
I want life to be a musical, where everyone just sings and dances, people gather in the streets to mingle, no arguments no classes.
i want time to stop moving, it's moving oh-to-fast, i want to make the most of my life, make it memorable, make it last.
the blur of the traffic is sending me spinning, I just want to take a break, sit and listen to the birds singing in the trees, before it's that little too late.
I've now told you mother what i really want, but I know I can never have it, so tell me why can't i go back to my childhood years and just keep on reliving it.
my mother thought for a while, never uttering a word, and then slowly and then slowly but surely she said,
"i know that lately life seems hard and i won't lie to you it gets harder, but you listen, listen closely and hear, lean in to hear my
daughter,
Don't work too hard throughout your life, there is always time to play, “Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”