Who stole my dream?

   Who Stole My Dream?

Who stole my dream?
I don't care.

But who stole my force?
The force in me could create umpteen dreams,
myriad, sensuous, adventurous, powerful, simple
I need the shine,
It was all mine.

I don't need the fire of Prometheus,
I am not fighting the mighty Zeus

But I need my fire,
To rekindle my soul, to awaken my spirit.
To dance in the rain, to embrace the sunshine,
To smile at the twinkling stars at night.

I need my fire,
I need the glare,
I need my force
I need my source.

Where can I find?
Is it encased carefully in the castle of time?
Should I visit my girlhood?
Or go back to childhood?