Pushing Forward

When I was younger, I dreamed of becoming.
I didn't know what I wanted to be,
I couldn't imagine what I wanted to see,
but I could hear my ambition drumming
me on.

When I met her, I dreamed of advancing.
This girl, the beautiful vision of progress,
perfectly summing up the idea, the thing,
and the sight I want to be in another's eyes
and nothing less.

When I marry her, I'll dream of continuing.
We'll continue our lives,
filled with exercising and popcorn and packing her lunches
and humming
our favorite songs.
Her feet up on the dashboard while her husband drives
to our favorite restaurant for brunches.

And when we've aged and we're ready to watch our final episode of a tv show,
I'll sleep and dream of what we've been.