All the dreams and aspirations like
Little soap bubbles, float higher above
Quickly dancing out of our reach.

Some stray for a while longer,
Whereas others tend to explode
Just when you decide to reach out for it.

For those (people) who aren’t quick enough,
they soar into the sky, never to be seen again.
Perhaps to go fall into somebody else’s clutches.

All of them different , filled with a rainbow of possibilities,
Some as strong as concrete,
Others as brittle as gelatin.

They bring with them, an array of opportunities,
It is up to us to pick the right ones.
Or sometimes, the wrong ones, that lead us to the right.

Our destiny is the final destination,
These targets, merely the path to it.
Regardless of what we choose,
These hopes for the future, keep up the zest,
They are what we live for,
Work for, die for.