When I was young, I looked at the older me
saw the vision of what I longed to become.
I could see myself dancing in the future
whirling along a path, that hadn’t been built yet.
I saw my hopes and wishes, they all had come true
in a far distance, hidden from today.
Now I am gone; there is nothing left,
the dancing has stopped, the visions have ended.
I want to come back, watch myself again
in a distant time so far away.
It’s too dark now to see the flight of my dreams
there is no light left to shine on its way.
Hiding right now, I can feel the presence
of a power, that can turn on the light.
Hope is needed to see the future again
and me twirling in it while dancing in peace.
(11/17/2016 The Happy Quitter)