The things I pray for,
The kind of people I long for,
The life I am preparing to live,
The truths I want to share,
The stories I want to tell.

It seems too much,
Too much want of time,
Too much want of attention,
Too much want of success,
Too much of hardwork.

So what do you think?
What do I do?
Am I asking for too much?
Am I thinking too far?
Is the thought of an ideal living far fetched?

Speak already, please.
The silence is my best card,
But please,
Please don't play it on me,
I might miss it when the silence becomes too much.