I have too many dreams So many aspirations that even thinking about them makes me tired Weighed down by the possibility of success
And I wait And hope someday I’ll feel strong enough to begin But I think this rest period Has only made me more tired
I want to fall into love I want to make my own family Little smiles for me I want to be a writer I want to finish school Be successful I want to paint. I want to see the world. And so many other moments I can see inside my head
But I wait for the moment I get whisked over the rainbow When in all reality I could fly away if I was brave enough
I have not edited this poem yet. These are just rough thoughts that might form a real poem someday.