Somebody else's dream

It's that feeling you get when you see what you've worked, and dreamed, and hoped, and prayed for all your life. It's the only star you've ever gazed upon, every year one more candle wished upon, another faded penny thrown in the fountain. Finally, in your hands lay the power to pull down that star from the sky and make it your own. Your fingers, your mind, your voice have found it. Then somewhere in the applause the alarm clock rings. You open your eyes and see what you've worked and dreamed and hoped and prayed for all your life. That star, another candle, the jaded penny, your dream... fell into somebody else's life.