Who am I but the greatest of dreamers with a heart made of wishes.
I fill up my bucket of desires every morning with a kiss to the stars, a prayer to the heavens.
I stare into the moonlit night as darkness falls, and I ponder on what wish will be fulfilled when dawn breaks.
And even when a wish is left barren, I snatch it back and put it in my bucket again.
For there will be no end to my dreams until they’re not just written in the stars, but painted in my legacy.