Her and I

She looks at the world
through different eyes.
Her's aren't clouded with
visions of:
"The way things could be."
Or even:
"The way things should be."

No.

Her world is full of
current images,
up to date ideals and
acceptance.

She doesn't dream;
she plans.

She doesn't wish;
she wills.

In some ways I want to be
Just Like Her.

And yet...

What is life without
the fairy dust of dreams?