I have been dreaming big, for a very long time
Dreaming big, but doing small
Feeling scared of failing, so not even trying

How do I start doing big?
What am I waiting for?
How do people wake up and start doing things?

Im stuck
Stuck on my bed
Stuck on my phone
Stuck in my life,
Stuck on dreaming,
My bed is my crutch, without it I feel aimless
Here on my bed I can see time tick away,
it laughs at me and calls me names,
tells me I am useless
and I will always be stuck,
on dreaming

This isn't a lazy confession
I didn't sit down and decide about my life
I have no moments of striking clarity

This is just a four paragraph poem
That I wrote while high
About my minds puzzled nature
I can't ever decide

By this time I'm usually out of words
I can't find a rhyme
My life has been about mediocrity
And with that, I think I'm fine

But as poems go, I think a happy ending is desired
So yeah, sometimes a haiku catches me by surprise
On some gloomy nights I find a sweet song I'd like
Sometimes I read Neruda and I cry
Sometimes during nights like this I realise
That I do believe
Somewhere inside