In my wildest dreams
I see the lights of the city.
I feel the sand of endless beaches
beneath my feet.
The gait of the future, coming swiftly.
I pray it makes the darker clouds retreat.
May success be on the horizon;
may I handle it with poise.
May I grow more mature, wiser,
and find a stronger voice.
May I be able to liberate the fantasy
hiding in my mind,
and lay it out spotlessly
for the world to find.
May I grow into myself,
and these talents I've been dealt.
And use them for a purpose
perhaps unknown, unfelt.
And may one day I know it,
may one day I be told
by
tens, hundreds, thousands
that I helped.
May I be better at
the things that matter,
and learn to discard the rest.
May I manage my days
a little wiser,
so I can hope to worry less.
And when the year draws to
a close, may I have used my
time for good.
And rest easy with the knowledge:
I did all I could.
May success be on the horizon;
may I handle it with poise.
May I grow more mature, wiser,
and find a stronger voice.
May I be able to liberate the fantasy
hiding in my mind,
and lay it out spotlessly
for the world to find.
May I grow into myself,
and these talents I've been dealt.
And use them for a purpose
perhaps unknown, unfelt.
And may one day I know it,
may one day I be told
by
tens, hundreds, thousands
that I helped.
May good health keep my family;
may the pressures fall away.
Their edges like a dream,
I watch all my vast somedays.
May I learn the shape of an emotion,
and not be so numb.
The color of happiness,
the anatomy of love.
May I walk among the gardens,
with gladness like I've never known.
May my fondest memories walk beside me.
May they never be alone.
May my future be held fast
in the arms
—in the assured
embrace—
of home.
May success be on the horizon;
may I handle it with poise.
May I grow more mature, wiser,
and find a stronger voice.
May I be able to liberate the fantasy
hiding in my mind,
and lay it out spotlessly
for the world to find.
May I grow into myself,
and these talents I've been dealt.
And use them for a purpose
perhaps unknown, unfelt.
And may one day I know it,
may one day I be told
by
hundreds, thousands, millions
that I helped.
*abstract riffing*
Feet kissed by sky,
treading airborne.
Night in my lungs,
crisp and free.
Gossamer words,
like spiderwebs below,
but we're just beyond
their reach.
They'll never catch me...
They'll never get me...
Maybe it'll come and go
like a lamb,
so we won't have to
suffer it out.
Maybe it'll come and go
like a lamb,
so we won't have to
suffer it out.
Past tense to all my troubled times,
beyond the throes of doubt...
Oh, I long for the precipice of
new beginnings.
Oh, how I long for the threshold of
new beginnings!
Maybe it'll come and go
like a lamb,
so we won't have to
suffer it out.
Maybe it'll come and go
like a lamb,
so we won't have to—
May I grow into myself,
and these talents I've been dealt.
And use them for a purpose
perhaps unknown, unfelt.
And may one day I know it,
may one day I be told
by
hundreds, thousands, millions
that I helped.