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.