My childhood friends

we live then by our imagination, cut through by our preditions.
I would wonder now that they were all fictions intense we laugh in a thousand times, unlike now we are backed up with responsibilities , laugher we seek for to have, i guess thats the condition for being grown ups.
Apart we are now, may be when we meet again, lots of questions will erupt like?
Like where are you now?
How is life treating you?
Hope you are good?
Perhaps the future has its own answer to give them all or
Will it be am still dancing in lifes own center games or
Could it be am still that dream chaser, cause i rest my case
For fate to take its course