Dear Future Poem by Nguyen Ha Nguyen

Dear future
I'm not a teenager, not yet an adult, Saigonese blood's in my veins
Fifteen years wandering Saigon streets, running wild with friends
Not a genius, not a fool, nothing at all
But at least I dare to ride, to risk and to live without regrets

I haven't been sleeping so well these nights
In the dim light, I try to reflect my mind
Who am I, really? A daydreamer, a pianist, a songwriter or whatever?
What will come to my life when I get older?
What are you still hiding, dear future?
I'm not an oracle to be able to see what you're hiding behind the wall, dear future.
What are they like? Mysterious or deciphered? Joyful or miserable?
Disorientated and misdirected, I don't know where to go.
Dear future, where do I begin now, when I don't know what is there to expect or hope for?

I'm still so young, and blessed with enthusiasm and passion
During adolescence, the doors are open
A whole new world in front of me is open
It's calling me, 'Come, Thomas, come and conquer me! '
But future, I'm uncertain, even though I'm free
I'm not ready, yet still indecisive
I don't know what is waiting for me

Dear future
I don't ask for ease, mercy or sunny day
I don't ask for temporary sweetness that soon fades away
I don't ask for money, wealth, which fastly dwindle day by day
I don't ask for anything
But when the storms come, please give me strength and stamina
When the dark comes, please fill me with the braveness of a warrior
When everything turns around, when life shoot me down, don't leave me alone
Make me sad, make me disappointed, make me cry, whatever you want
But give me belief, don't let me die desperately but let me live with hope
Once I'm still hoping, I'm still living, and I'll be thriving

Dear future
I believed, I'm still believing and I will always believe
I will always keep holding on, keep myself turned on
Wait for me
Someday I'll come