You


You do not have to be wise
or smart, kind, gentle, or loving.
You do not have to be anything.
You can be proud of your simple existence
and shy away from confrontation.
As you sit and do nothing, as Time shifts his sands,
this world of dirt, of dust, and disrespect
will thrive until proven otherwise.
But,
you can dream.
Dreams are the repayments of imagination we receive from the world.
Dreams are what made you, and what can make you live forever,
though dreams cannot change the past or the future.
To dwell in one space or the other is a treacherous game to play.
Yet, they give us hope,
like an unannounced spring breeze
that rattles bare branches and sweeps the dust away.
And in hope there is freedom and life.
In life there is choice.
You can be wise
and smart, kind, gentle, and loving.
You can be everything in your existence. You can be
yourself.

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