I know I won't ever be stung by a jellyfish as a child

Every dream I have for myself, I could grieve
Because I know
That most of them will never be
And those that will, will pass

But as a human,
Nothing more special,
I know
Somewhere, someone
Lives my dream for me
Simply because they are human too

I imagine can feel my dreams
Being lived by others
If such a thing as 'other' exists;
Which just leaves me to wonder
Whether any others exist
Or just my dreams.

So I let go
And let the dreams wash though,
Enjoying them and being cleansed.

I marvel at who we are,
That so much can be dreamt...

Excited by the thought,
That my long held dream of knowing this
In another,
That I get to know,
Might be here