dreams

these quiet moments in the night
when everyone is fast asleep
looking for someone to talk to
because you've realized something

dreams were always outlandish
children trying to be cute
a "goal" that we all once had
but we later drop the act

"What do you want to be?"
then tell them, "I don't know."
"There's still plenty of time."
"What should I do for now?"

and tonight, that thought that's been forming these last few weeks
is born in your conscious, ready for debate
and despite the excuses, and the impracticality, and the uncertainty,
you finally have a dream.

I finally have a dream.