With stars that danced in lullabies.

My world was spun in threads of light,

A castle built in endless night.

I dreamed of days that never end,

Of hearts that heal and skies that bend,

Of love untouched by time or pain,

Of sun that shines without the rain.

But time — that quiet, ruthless guide —

Unveiled the truth I’d pushed aside.

The stars, I learned, were distant fire,

Not whispers sent to feed desire.

The world is not a perfect song;

It’s broken glass we walk along.

It teaches soft with sharpened edge,

And trades our wings for cautious steps.

Yet in the fall, I found my ground,

In silence, heard a different sound.

Not every dream survives the day,

But some must die to show the way.

So now I live with open eyes,

Less sky-bound hopes, more earthwise ties.

I miss the dreams that made me soar—

But crave their comfort less and less.

For growing up is not defeat,

It’s planting roots beneath your feet.

And knowing truth can still be kind—