In five years I’m the same,

that guy on the street corner,

a minstrel with a sweet smile,

living life, in all of its dream.

I let my words take me places,

always intrigued, a little similar

to the many times my childhood,

took me along these naive paths.

I’m out here, that guy waiting,

quietly imagining himself whole.

I wish you”d let yourself know,

love does always exist in life.

Stop and feel that truth guides

our gentle soul always forward.

Stop and listen to a dream.