As a little girl,
I wanted to be a concert pianist.
To travel the world, and see new things.
Showing others what Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart
meant to me.
But one day,
I almost stopped believing that I could do it.
I almost gave up.
Then I dreamed the dream again.
I set my eyes forward, and pressed on.
I wasn’t going to become disheartened again.
My dream was then taken away from me.
I couldn’t practice.
I wanted to.
I didn’t give up.
Glints of hope came.
Then were crushed.
I tried to believe.
In a future,
where my dreams could finally,
finally, come true.