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Stuck between a past I can no longer reach

and a future I still have yet to reach.

Between an abundance of time I often dreamt of

and too much time to waste-off.

But on a bright monday morning

I dreamt a little dream,

held a checklist and did all my checking.

Gratitude journal filled day by day,

clothes altered and sewn,

assignments done with and left aside,

melody from fingers on the black and white keys,

a hundred hobbies discovered and pursued.

I woke and took a look

at my chubby little fingers

and I could still feel it,

the warmth of a handshake

with a stranger

and the look on her face,

unobstructed, bright and happy.

A glimpse of the future

which could so easily be mine.

If I leave all my wishing stars

and start rushing forward.

All the things which could be,

if I take a small step today.