i don't know. i don't know. i don't know.

what's the point of dreaming? if, in the end, money is the deciding factor? is it?
what do i want to get out of this life? what do i want accomplish?
why didn't those born before i
fund their expectations instead of leaving a state of frustration?
what's the point? is it worth it?
what are my dreams? do they matter if all i have are empty pockets?
take the cheapest option. but i can't stay here.
then the next cheapest. hated it.
why is the one thing i want so unattainable? is it unrealistic?
what do i want? what do i want?
i don't know. i don't know. i don't know.
anything.
what i am certain of are few
what am i supposed to do?
left in a haze
blinded by reality. by the facts.
by tears. by frustration. by anger.
by the unknown.
what matters? what doesn't?
what's needed? what's better left behind?
who do i listen to:
realist vs optimist
others' perceptions and expectations of me
and what i believe to be possible
i can't hear You anymore
can't see You in this place
it will all work out. it will all work out.
somehow Your hand is in it all
but it hurts too much. reality hurts too much.
where do they meet?
faith and practicality
if all things are possible....
if all is limitless....
then what's the point of dreaming?