Youthful Optimism

What is this, a ghost? How very strange.

Ghosts exist? Well, that's a change.

You know, I never believed in those.

But what's for real? No one knows. 

Fine, I'll play the game.

So, ghost, what is your aim?

What do you want to show me?

Is it interesting, fun, beastly?

Are you serious? The past?

Not much to work with, don't be so downcast!

Look, there's young me! With my brother, Ben.

I was super cute back then. 

What's the point of showing me the present?

I'm living it! Can't you show me some better content?

That's me, right here and now.

Smiling, happy, only a rare frown. 

The future! Oh yes! This is exciting!

Is that me? Who's that, and why are we fighting?

Why is my future so bleak, so boring?

My life is so good, I thought I'd be soaring.

I think I know now, why that was what I had to see. 

The mundane, the ordinary, that's not for me...

Or maybe it is, I'm not really sure.

I hope I have a bright future, but it's changeable and  obscure.

When I think about it, I guess that's something good.

To change our fates, even into adulthood.

Even if I can't avoid hardship, struggle, and strife,

I know that I can have a good life.