Even dreams must die sometime (for this world to accept you)

I am too old for that life,
to dream about it all the time,
and once I was too young
for the same;

and all these years have passed.
Wishes never change.
Will these desires ever leave me?
So you can accept me

fully for who I am?
Most of all
that is what I've always wanted:
for just one person to accept me.

Or maybe two?
If I must accept myself
first, for you to do so too.
I just want you.