Boys chase dreams with fervour bright,
their laughter spilling into the light—
not just heard, but felt,
like sunshine breaking through a quiet sky.

They leap—
into puddles, into moments, into now—
water splashing, worries crashing,
unburdened hearts that don’t ask how.

Because they don’t need reasons…
they just are.

Knees muddied, hands wild with stories,
they build kingdoms from nothing—
sticks become swords,
fields become worlds,
and every tree holds a secret worth climbing.

Look at them—
running ahead of time itself,
as if tomorrow can wait…
as if joy is enough.

And maybe—just maybe—
it is.

Their dreams rise like kites in open skies,
fragile strings held by fearless hands.
They tug at the wind,
dancing between hope and gravity,
refusing to fall.

Those smiles—
those innocent, unguarded smiles—
they light the dark in ways
we forget how to.

But listen closely…
because beneath the laughter,
there’s something quieter—
a whisper of who they’ll become.

Voices speaking futures out loud,
bold and unshaken,
eyes wide with a vision
the world hasn’t yet touched.

And time…
time will come for them.

It always does.

It will call them forward,
ask them to stand,
to trade puddles for pathways,
and games for responsibility.

But here’s the truth—

Those dreams?
They don’t leave.

They stay—
tucked in the corners of memory,
carved— into the man they’ll grow to be,
resting gently…
in the palm of their hand.

So let them run.
Let them leap.
Let them laugh like nothing can break them.

Because in those fleeting, muddy, sunlit moments—
they are not just boys…

They are dream chasers.

By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

A heartfelt glimpse into boyhood, where dreams, laughter, and simple joys shape the spirit and quietly prepare them for the journey ahead. If I’m honest its a reflection of myself and any boy who lived on the back streets of life.

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