Dreams, so many dreams
Some forgotten, some waiting to happen
am I one of those dreams?
forgotten after the morning alarm
or waiting to come knocking?
forgotten, or waiting to happen
am I a forgotten dream,
or are you waiting for me too?
dreams, so many dreams
overflowing with them
will I reach them,
or will I have to forget them?
each day, an ache that never ends
but when —
when will it be enough?
time.
time is cruel for a dreamer.
and what am I
if not a dreamer?
a dream
or a dreamer
I guess I’ll know someday,
but not today.
time, time is cruel for a dreamer
sometimes too slow
sometimes too fast
a never-ending agony
dreams,
so many dreams
some forgotten...
just like me
and yet —
I keep dreaming.
my first poem ever.
the first two lines wouldn’t let me sleep,
and somewhere between silence and thought,
the rest found me.