In the quiet dawn of days yet to unfold,
I see a shadow, a figure bold,
A future self, with dreams untold,
Wrapped in courage, breaking the mold.

Time’s gentle hand guides the way,
Through trials faced and joys that stay,
Building strength with each new day,
Lighting paths in shades of gray.

With every step, a story grows,
In whispered winds, the future knows,
The seeds we plant, the love we sow,
Will shape the world where we will go.

So here I stand, in present’s grace,
With eyes set on a distant place,
Embracing change, with heart and pace,
The future self, an endless chase.