Dream Poem by Justin Fitzpatrick

Someday upon the old north bridge
Where the stones grow green with moss
You will look back on what you have missed
And discover the hope in things that you have lost

You will toil in the times where you had drowned
Too weak to lift the miseries yourself had seek
Too small to overcome the walls you built
Too blind to see the road yourself had reaped

The sun will dance upon your skin
And the wind will preach
And the clouds you could never hang your hat on
You will suddenly find them within reach

Someday you remind yourself
If you dream hard enough
You will find yourself on an old north bridge
Rediscovering that you may not be so lost