Dreams

As a small child
I welcomed death
But I never tempted fate.

I would dream
of being grown up and
making all my own decisions.

I felt as if
I would die young,
Never seeing old age

Now I'm older and
my dreams are reality
Feelings of death remain constant

Dreams change
to what lies ahead, but
death would be a dream I'd hate living

{Prompt: "I'm loving my dream, why do I hate living it?"}
Copyright: July 15, 2013