“What do you want to be?” a boy asked a man. The man chuckled and replied with an open heart, “A child again. To dream the dreams of childhood. To see the visions of far shores and trees, for I am a man with a dream fulfilled, and I am not complete. I’ve sung the songs, I’ve played the tunes. My heart has felt the beat. I felt the flutter of a butterfly wing against my summer cheek. If now I am asked ‘what will you be?’ I will be it all. I will climb more mountains, I will cross more creeks. My hands will touch the sky. I will sing, I will build, I will share my love, all before I die.
So, if now I am asked ‘what will you be?’ I will be it all. More dreams to fill, for I am not complete.