I do not cry for the Future

I do not cry for the future,
I cry for the future that shall never be.

When I look to the east,
I like what I see,
but I cry for I know
such things may never be.

Waking dreams are vibrant,
more vivid than those at night.
For one retains all memory
of that which was dreamed,
but with none of the denial of night.

I do not fear for my future,
but I despair for it none the less;
for I have dreamed of what I would become,
but not how it might come to pass.