Aspiring to be the person you once were

My name is one of the deserts, take a guess? When we were little we wanted to grow up. Now that we're older we wish that were were younger. What was wrong with us? Our brains held dreams, like the titanic. It was a ship full of dreams. But the titanic split in two, and sunk taking its passengers. The only difference is that reality is our iceberg. And our little specs of dreams fall overboard, and sink because our brain has become too infected with reality. And when we sink, we're going to have to try and get through this rough path in our life, because I don't know who is going to be there when I fall, do you? * * * * * * * * * * * *