Big girl dreams

Like the color of my old jeans

all my little girl dreams

are faded, lackluster

Like my worn out running shoes

all my efforts are tired and lifeless

I guess I did not expect

my dreams to become

obsolete

I thought my old dreams

would last me my lifetime

But it is time

to get new jeans

and new shoes

To dream big girl dreams

and tread on new paths

I have learned

that I am not the same I was

yesterday

and will probably be different

tomorrow

so my dreams need to walk with me

this time I am not afraid

that they will fade

I now know

I can begin again

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Elusive Perfection

I wish, I want,

I get.

But nothing seems perfect;

not everything,

not perfect.

I cannot always imagine it.

I imagine bits and pieces,

but somehow,

I do not see the whole image,

and so

maybe,

I get only pieces.     

Or it might have nothing

to do with my imagination.

This is all you get.

Perfection is always,

just 

beyond reach.

I can never decide.

Is it human nature,

is it the reality of life,

or is it me?

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