Dreams

By Swastika Sheel Srivastava

Waking up from my dreams
Brushing my teeth,
Having my breakfast,
And sitting at my desk for hours.
I seem to be stuck
At the same place,
Unable to move forward,
Unable to change,
Unable to think.
What have I become?

I remember when I knew my books by word,
I remember when maths was fun,
I remember when Science used to amaze me,
I remember when I wasn’t crushed
By the stress of my very own books
What Is happening?

I have a lot of friends,
People I can trust on,
A loving family,
But still, something feels wrong,
Is this my reality?

In the evening,
I get up from my desk,
To go for a walk,
But I can’t think
Of anything else,
Except for my future
What can I do?

I realise it’s night already,
Another day has passed,
What have I accomplished?

I’m unable to sleep,
Because I know,
Once I sleep,
I wouldn’t want to escape my dreams,
Where I can be what I want to be,
I can do what I want to do,
They’re better than my reality,
But nevertheless,
I woke up again.