In my solitude, I sit and think,
Gazing at nature, I pause and rethink.
So serene, so calm, so peaceful—
All I desire is a life that's blissful.
Once, in my solitude, I dreamed a dream:
To be an actress, bold and supreme,
Expressive, fearless, lighting the screen.
I dreamed of being an artist, free,
Capturing beauty for all to see,
Preserving wonders in colors bright,
A canvas of joy, a pure delight.
I dreamed of being a business dame,
Earning wealth, making a name,
Independent, strong, and wise,
Reaching success, touching the skies.
I dreamed of being a writer, too,
Penning thoughts both old and new,
Poetic verses, stories that ignite,
Inspiring hearts, shining light.
I dreamed of being a model, tall,
Walking with grace, enchanting all,
Confidence in every stride,
Illuminating the stage with pride.
Suddenly, a voice called out to me,
Awakening me from my reverie.
It was just a dream, I now see,
Yet I wonder, how can I be all of these?
How?