Last night I dreamt of who I truly am 

I am 65 degrees and cloudy weather no one loves but no one despise

I am the gulf of mexico a body of water overshadowed by the larger

I'm not Grande or Pequeño in 5’10 average

I am charcoal no cool enough to be black but not colorful enough

I am iced water something people enjoy but is never their favorite

I am the angler fish hidden deep at the depths that no one quit notices me until I rise up

I am french toast a breakfast not found everywhere

I am extremities only noticed when I mess up

I dreamt of who I can be

I can be augusta national the best in the business

I can be Ulysses S. Grant the unsung hero

I can be Usain Bolt the fastest ever

I can sprint wearing track spikes

I can be successful like Da Vinci

I can be successful and be an anesthesiologist

I could be Poseiden remembered and known by all

But right now at this moment that is “Cap” doesn’t mean that it will never be but isn’t right now

I dreamt of what I have

I have “Good Game” after I play well

I have “Lets go” After I make a play

I had to grind like that to shine like this

I have my family

I have what I need to be successful 

Last Night I dreamt of who I will be