Rethorical questions

I grew up hearing bed time stories that created a dreamfull girl that walks on the clouds. When the reality hit me like a baseball ball right on the face, I lost my grip, I was completely, desperately lost.

Now I wonder, will I ever recover myself and grow up? Will I ever put my foot on the ground and learn how to be happy? Will I ever drop the books and inspiring music to fight for a life that is worth living?