Good Tears

I think about the future more often than I should. 

I look into the future more often than one would. 

I speak to myself regarding the future more often than one could.

But today I felt the future.

Soemthing I never do is cry, 

Today I found out that I could. 

They are not always bad, tears can be of good.

 

It was a vision. So vivid it felt present. 

The man I want to be, had become.

The world I want to aid so desperatley, had come up on its feet.

The boy who knew nothing but poverty, was enriched with inspiration. 

The jump to the future did not last long,

Just a short duration.

But I have seen it.

Only thing left is to bring it to fruition.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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