Once upon a dream, I knew four boys.
Night after night, dreaming and promises of the future,
The world could not disobey. Drawing our own universe,
as we said it, so it was. Amen!
Laughing across tarred paths and crumbling shades,
walking with the swagger of the greats and sure.
Knowledge was our weapon, success our inevitable inheritance.
Five dreams, one comet disguised as star.
House visits in penthouse, drivers of speed cars and economy,
Truthful commands; World domination; Our mortality overcome;
Eternal dreams and glorious future; Taste of wine and fame and glitter;
Forever written on the sands of time. Till death.
The truth shall remain, only four could be gods.
Untransformed mortal; Petty grudges torn asunder.
I wasn’t meant to be; Cry and watch four caterpillars unfold.
Once upon a dream, I was going to be a butterfly.
Only the halls and winds remember, five dreamers held court
that dark night of 2016 May. Four boys; four stars.
One girl, woman after all. Once upon a dream:
Starry eyed; hopes filled; forever young; golden butterfly.
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Sarah Agagu is a Nigerian story teller and freelance writer. Her works have graced the pages of the Ink Wellness publication and her short story ‘A Girl Called Florence’ can be found on Amazon. As a freelance writer, she specializes in crafting high-quality SEO content for wellness brands. She is also a law graduate, proud Swiftie and a Wattpad addict. Connect with her on LinkedIn, Instagram, and Twitter (@SarahAgagu) for updates and stories on her latest musings and ideas.