At night it comes to me.
Every night.
This sense I’ll accomplish everything.
I’ll dream the dream I wish to be.
I’ll make that dream my reality.
I’ll awake and take the first step.
Every night.
I lay here with fire burning in my soul. To carry out my desire.
My mission.
Till the sunrises and I carry on with my usual existence.
Dread shackles me to the floor.
Yet, I dredge forward. Through the 9 to 5.
Still dreaming the dream I wish to be. Regretting not taking the step another day.
Afraid.
Fear.
Cowardice.
Conformity.
Change.
I want change.