When I was young and bizarre
I used to watch a star
Thinking that it was not that far
I could ride to it by car
I’d catch it in my jar
My hopes were set upon a bar
I thought, if I didn’t, it’d leave a scar
For these were my dreams from afar
Of stars, I thought I was on par
These thoughts in my brain like tar
People would mock me, and back I’d spar
They thought, that with me, something was ajar
My thoughts were still stuck on it, like a sandbar
Yet, one day I didn’t look at the star
Dust soon covered my ‘star catching’ jar
My dreams lost in the great afar
When older, I found a sketch of the car
In which I’d ride to my star with my jar
That night, I looked for my star
Finding it, it drove my joy up to no par
But then it crashed down into a sandbar
Remembering memories that seem so far
Because that’s what old dreams are:
A treasured scar