I can see the little girl chasing her dreams like butterflies in the field. She's never quite able to catch up to them, for the butterflies are too fast for her tiny legs. I watch as she laughs, and runs even though she'll never have them to hold. She smiles when they come close and tickle her nose, teasing her. I can see that she likes to be teased.
I stand alone, watching the little girl until she disappears with the butterflies. Chasing her dreams.
Sometimes, I feel like her. Chasing dreams I know I can never have. But I like it when they stop to tickle my nose.
It feels nice.