It takes long.
Longer than it seems,
To achieve those dreams.
Plant the seeds instead,
Of expecting the future.
Work towards water.
Then dirt.
You do not have even that,
This is not handed yet.
For the future to come,
You must do more than plant.
You need to make the bed,
Aim the sun,
Will the growth,
Harder than you can,
Beyond mind,
Only possible with soul.
Guaranteed: no.
Available: yes.
And, I hope,
As you plant,
You see that shoot,
And the green of it,
Spurs on your cultivating of flowers.
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