Daydreaming

I am young and I have dreams,

And they are bold

In my mind they are vivid,

With full color

I can see them with shut eyes,

Only in sleep

Beautiful yet, quite fleeting

Gone in morning

I live hoping that someday

I will see them

Full and real, marked with life,

Grasped in my hands

I want to see, with wide eyes,

The dreams of a bold, young man

This poem is about: 
Me

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