At eight
She loved to watch
Fairytales and play Barbie dolls
She dreamed to
Wear some fancy dress; look so pretty
In her long blond hair
At twelve
Her feelings grew, she
Wanted to be and evil witch, too
To wind her hands and
Say a chant; turn a mouse
Into a saucer
At sixteen
In her sweetest year
Her world revolved in friends
And crushes; but never
Did she forgot her reveries of
Unicorns and horses
At eighteen
Priorities changed
School and papers are all that
Matter, her mind wandered from
Strange outfits, weapons
And vibrant characters
At twenty-two
She felt less true, before
Her computer and coffee mug
How she wished that she should’ve
Tried to pick a dress and
Act a character
At twenty-three
Yes, that’s me, yearning
For a second chance at life
To seize the day, take off this mask
Of conformity; for once
Play a costume right

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Lazy Learners.

“Is there something you’ve always wanted to learn but haven’t gotten around to? What is it and what’s stopping you from mastering the skill?”