Dreams

My yesterdays are full of memories,

and my tomorrows are full of potential.

But my todays are full of dreams.

Some days I wake up and dream 

of changing the world,

and some days I wake up and dream

of leaving it altogether.

I have memories of happiness,

and memories of sadness.

I have potential for success,

and potential for failure.

My dreams are simply dreams.

I decide what they hold.

I can travel the world living 

culture to culture

learning new languages,

trying new foods,

meeting new people every single day.

Or maybe I can lock myself in 

a small log cabin

surrounding myself with every book worth reading.

Twice.

I can live my life among the ink stained pages,

only to pause between each binding of life

to watch the snow pile up on the bare branches

of the trees outside my window,

and listen to the crackling of flames

that burn in a hole in my wall.

Yesterday's memories make me wish 

I had gone to sleep sooner.

Tomorrow's potential makes me want 

to never wake up.

I just want to live today's dreams.