In the mist of morning dreams, I stand,
Gazing toward the future’s grand expanse.
With every step upon this shifting sand,
I seek the path where aspirations dance.

The echoes of my future self call out,
A gentle voice that guides my heart to grow.
In whispered hopes, they cast away my doubt,
And light the way where endless possibilities flow.

Beneath the stars that paint the night with fire,
I find my dreams in constellations bright.
They speak of journeys fueled by deep desire,
And promise dawns to follow every night.

In tranquil moments, future whispers blend,
With present thoughts that shape the life I mold.
They weave a tale of journeys without end,
Where dreams and destiny in harmony unfold.