Everyone seems to have a dream these days.
Everyone feels they need to become someone, or they feel they need to share all their wisdom with one unfortunate being.
They must achieve that one goal to become satisfied.
As for me i have few set goal to achieve.
For me it makes sense to start small and progress, however i have nothing to progress to.
I am at a loss, i have this empty journal meant to hold my happenings and dreams.
But i have no dreams to fill these empty pages.
I have thoughts and questions to ponder through.
As for my page of dreams, it still remains empty, a stark lonely memento of my lack of imagination.
A blank journal of dreams.