In this world full of wonder it’s so nice to know
That my freedom to dream is my God given gift
That I then give to others. It’s not my concern
What they do with what is given. All that I learn
About life supports always a positive shift
In my thinking. In this simple way I must grow.
Many people dream big dreams and small, but often
Negative beliefs and definitions keep some
From pursuing them. What exactly holds them back
Are the reasons things won’t work and feelings of lack.
But with creative effort they can overcome
Self-defeating activity time and again.
Like a child I have always been… quite immature
In the ways of the real world. My dreams are my own.
But to share them with others in humility
Is by now what is left of the best part of me.
What I have done to others hurts me to the bone.
A most vivid pre life review I shall endure.
This is not the whole story that I hope to tell.
It indeed is unending as I reach the end
Of a physical chapter in eternity.
It’s an honor reporting how I came to be.
The more hell that I take now the less I will spend
Catching up on my karma. I yearn to be well.
All that I dare to dream has already come true
In the moment that I realize it is so.
So, to now keep my focus on the final one
I have faith that I will get a whole lot more done
In the way of atonement. This life of sorrow
Is an elegant picture of what not to do.