My mind like a river is endlessly flowing
Like the stars my thoughts are to many to count
Often they are of a man not much older then me
doing movements that only I can see
The picture sometimes blurry, dark, and hard to make out
Other times they are  vibrant ,full of color, and leave me no doubt
Locked behind a door and now I have the key
And I can see that This man is me
Or at least what I can be
If this is my future I will have to wait and see