Yours, Mine, and Theirs

I used to dream about you...
What you'd be like, how awesome you'd be, all the stuff you'd do.
Sometimes I'd imagine what it would be like if you had a time machine,
And you could come back and visit me and tell me what to do,
And what to be, to turn into you.
I thought you were going to be so successful, wealthy, beautiful, together.
I really though you'd have it so much more together than you do.
I thought you'd have everything figured out; life, relationships, fame, glamour, all of it.

But you don't.
I'm so disappointed.
You are nothing like I thought you'd be.
You don't even know what you're doing.
What are you doing?
Its been all these years and what have you accomplished?
When you look in the mirror, who's face do you see?
Is it ours?
Is it someone else's completely?
I don't think I even recognize you anymore,
From who I thought you'd be.

Don't get me wrong, there's some good things about you,
Things I admire a little, things I never even thought about back then.
Some of those good things are concepts I never even dreamed about,
Or knew about.
I think many people think this about you and all the others just like you.
But they forget.
They forget how they thought 'theirs' would be,
What theirs would be like.
And once they meet theirs, they can't remember who they thought it would be.
They're too busy to remember theirs,
Or perhaps, too ashamed.
They too, are so disappointed.

But maybe it will turn out.
Maybe who I thought you were, was a little too shallow,
A little too greedy,
A little too selfish.

I think you were pretty wrapped up in yourself actually,
With all the fame and the glory going to yourself.
Maybe I'm glad you didn't turn out like I thought.
Maybe, if you had, I wouldn't like you at all.

But I look to the next phase,
The next "you".
Again, you seem so much better than this one.
The new version.
And this one really does have it together.
This one, knows what's going on.
This one, is real.
This one, is the way its going to be.
This one, is the real you,
The one I always wanted you to become,
But better,
Refined,
Redefined,
Revised,
Reconciled,
Recycled,
Remade,
Recast,
Redeemed.
The one my Father meant for me to be.
Because that's the only one that really matters
To me.