And dozens of images danced in the mother’s head
She dreamed of an artist struggling to find a job
She dreamed of a
billionaire who was kind of a snob
Nothing she saw seemed good enough for her child
So she came up with some options that she deemed worth while
“You can be anything you want to be,” she tells
Be a doctor, a lawyer with all the whistles and bells
The girl suddenly felt lost in her new environment
She felt alone in her new ill contentment
So many choices now flooded her mind
She felt as if life would leave her behind
Could she really dream as much as she wanted?
Or would she spend her life afraid and haunted?
Could she really convince herself she was clever?
Or would she spend her life a lost girl forever?
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