stuck

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?

Fragile,

like a vase dropped on the floor,

Dreams come out,

I holler,

let me see what I can do.