Memoir of dreams

When I was a young girl
I had bright, vivid dreams
I drew a blueprint of my house
And a fountain of streams
I dreamt of many rooms
Libraries and books
Spacious amusement
Nearly a mansion to peruse
When I was a child
I had vibrant faith
I had no fear
I could take on the world
And my dreams were very clear
But then I grew older
And I don’t know how I got here
Instead of faith
I have many doubts
Instead of dreams
I’m all dreamt out
My plans turned into detours
And goals I’m not keeping score
My dream house and my hopes
To conquer the world and have a home
To inspire and create
To help my family and own my fate
None of it really happened as I imagined
As a child
All my dreams seemed possible all the while
When I grew older
Doubt was instilled in me
The fear of failure coiled around my thoughts
So I settled and shrunk my dreams
Now I feel so mediocre
The time passes by and now I am older
And I wish I thought more clearly about life
From ages 7-17, I thought I had my life figured out
I had some detours, but I think I finally see
Where I’m heading now
I hope this is it, I hope I found my true calling
A one way path to make it seem less daunting
I will make it there, eventually and soon
Probably before my mid-life crisis impending doom
Age 22, let me get there soon
My twenties, don’t fail me now
Success will come through

the city that never slumbers

White noise
Spills
In the ocean
Of space
Sirens
Reverberate
Beat
To the drums
Of the ears
To the city
That never
Slumbers
Never sleeps
Do you ever
Wonder?
How do these
People
Ever rest
Or find peace?

sleep deprived haiku

Insomnia is

Never enjoyable to

Have so late at night