**Distant Echo**

As I wait for the sleeper to awaken.
I can't help but wonder and think.
About the future and the past.
Good, bad, uncertainty.
It all seems so artificial.
Is any of this for real or not.
My thoughts become more and more.
A race to gather them before they vanish.
Is it true what they say, are we here for a purpose.
I can't help but wonder and hang on to hope.
For a better tomorrow, but why wait for tomorrow?
Why not make a better today?
The thoughts begin to align. Action is taken.
Memories forged and etched into our minds.
Tools that occupy our time can and should be used.
We can be in control of our future, I feel it!
The burning desire to uncover hidden potential.
Unlease it outwards so that strangers may bear witness. So that hope may be inspired upon them.
It is as if a gift was given but never opened. Until that fateful day. The realisation of the capability of ones true self. We all have it, it cries out to us!
We must not give up and must pay close attention.
Things of this reality will distract us from it.
If we are not careful we can become consumed.
Oblivious to our inner craft. Don't let it be you!
We have the power to create. You decide what that is.
Can you sense it? It's all around you. Wake up!