Future Boy

There are three kinds of people in this world: dwellers, thinkers, and ponderers I am a ponderer I am Future Boy They say my thoughts are wild Profuse and never ending They claim that I am elated by the occurrence of coincidental dreams--- I'd agree because the rarity in coincidence fascinates me They thrive on "living the moment" But I feel assured by memories and photographs Surpressed really They pay homage to my intent but scorn my vivid explanation They revere my feelings which are historically consistent But discard my motives which serve as the catalyst Why was I built this way? Why don't I favor the Average Joe that gains praise? Why am I not what I look like? They exclaim Why can't you be a dweller? Hibernating in the bitter cold that masks the past? Why can't you be a thinker? Letting the now bathe you in the honest sun? See my motives lie in the future Patiently awaiting an adequate and valiant contender And if I were to receive revelation I would bet that's why THEY don't understand