Is this an old dream or a child I see?
Is this you or me?
When we were filled with courage in our hearts.
To be someone great, make an impact and be set apart.
Eyes of wonder to what is possible in the world
Is it still there?
Or has everything been unfurled?
Is there room for change?
Has the vision grown old, stayed the same?
Is it locked hidden inside the eyes of the little ones?
The moments we tried.
Then despise the outcome.
Was it all a lie?
Was I dumb to try?
Is it worth it to get up again?
To make a new dream?
To meet the spark of inspiration?
To let my soul ignite?
Worth the risk?
Passion awake, fiery and bright?
It is like the greeting of a long lost friend.
Finding hope in their eyes.
Meeting my fingertips.
Giving space to let my feet roam and fly.
So, I wonder.
Setting out to see.
Beyond, out of the mundane.
Beauty times infinity.
Into the divine.
To see a world painted with color and light.
Brilliant and bold.
Beautiful and bright.
To see a child that is astonished at who he can be.
No roof, no limit, no fear.
Only, to see.
That anything is possible.
So, I wonder on.
As a hero stands before me
Bending low to greet