On one imaginary day,
I had a conversation with my older self.
I stared in surprise as I asked
Why do you have my eyes?
I stared even deeper and saw sadness in those eyes.
I asked why are you sad future me?
He said I watched time pass and could not be…
All I ever wanted, all that I could dream.
He said listen closely, younger self…
Or age to face a deep regret.
He said you are young, but I have death
Creeping up my trousers to my belt.
I asked: what do I do?
Am confused
How do I avoid this grin and groom?
He took a deep breath, once not twice
And I could bet I saw his hopes rise.
He said listen younger me
These are words that you should hear.
Embrace them
Like a baby would a teddy bear.
He said dream… for they are yours
And that is where you’ll first know fear.
He said all that you see while you dream
Is what you can be if you believe.
He said dream of the sun in brightest light;
He said dream of the stars, they rule the night.
He said dreams of a day when man would fly
Are now airplanes that split the sky.
He said dreams of a carriage without a horse
Are now cars that carry us.
He said be not afraid to dream
And upon your days you’ll not be me.
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