Here I am,
with my dreams crammed in my head,
they all seem to be watching a clock.
How much longer untill we can become real?
This is what they seem to say.
I cannot bear to tell them,
that some if not most of them,
will forever stay crammed in my mind.
What if I break?
like a vase dropped on the floor,
Dreams come out,
let me see what I can do.