Fifty years from now, I may not be the person whom I thought I would be I may not have served the job I dreamed of having I may not be living in a house I dreamed of building I may not be married with the person I am in love with right now I may not have made peace with the past
But fifty years from now, I hope, I have decluttered my mind I may be old but I will be beautiful I may not have reached my dreams But I will remember the moment I wrote this - I am young and dreaming I may have let my younger self down But somehow I know now what my younger self had not known I may not have traveled the world But my eyes have seen what my younger self had not yet seen
Fifty years from now, I may not be as alive as I thought I would be I may be under the ground with a dirge or requiem Maybe two or three people crying or maybe none But as that time comes, May I never forget That fifty years ago, I have fought with my whole life.
Someday I will not be the person whom I thought I would be. But I will be exactly the person whom my creator destined me to be.