As he chugged along his life,
He remembered those victories,
And those sad failures,
The success and the happiness,
Sorrows and those lows.
All along the quest of the dreams,
Dreams he had, had
His yesterday was dreamt long before
Future beholds a lot more,
Lot more conquests, and wars,
Lot more victories to be planned,
More success to be versioned,
More games to be played.
His tomorrow is a dream that’s being shaped
Day after day, dream after dream.
I guess he is one of those lucky few,
The few who are empowered,
Empowered, by dreams.
The topic over at writer’s island is “Empowered”. Here’s my attempt.