If I’m Honest

When I was young I would often sit and wish upon a star
I wished that someday I would have a story, heard near and far
I always wanted an exciting life, filled with twists and turns
I wanted one that people admired because of my scrapes and burns
Through the years I learned of myself; I loved and laughed and grew
I spread my wings, took to the skies, and gradually I flew
So what a surprise it was when it happened out of the blue
Oh how I regretted the dream of my youth the day my wish came true

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