Haunted, by these childhood dreams, I thought, I’d outgrown, outrun, ditched them all already, but, perhaps, I’m wrong ‘bout that!
Haunted, by these childhood dreams, I started recalling what I’d wanted to be when I grew up, and, look at me now, I’m NONE of those things I’d wanted to become, and, these dreams that went burst all, gnawed at me, asking, grilling me, on WHY I couldn’t, live them all out…
I have, reality to cope, to deal with, don’t you see, there’s NO way, that I can, fulfill ALL of you, my dreams, and besides, I’d given in, to the demands of my days, and, became, too, settled down.
Haunted, by these childhood dreams, I will NEVER get to live a SINGLE one of them, after all, those dreams of our childhood years are just, fantasies, aren’t they?
Haunted, by these childhood dreams, how can you not be? Don’t you remember a time, when all you did was dream, all day long? Then, came that ANNOYING bell: RING-RING-RING…STOP dreaming, it’d said, time, to RISE and SHINE! Well, I’d risen, but, where’s my S-H-I-N-E?
Life, the Obstacle Course 