Prose:

At night, I have a bunch of dreams and ideas for things that I want to work on. Most of them I forget soon after I’ve thought of them. Some I remember in the morning. I write down a list of the ideas that can be realistically achieved in a short amount of time. By the end of the day, I’ve completed less than half of the items on the list. Then the night comes, and I dream up a whole new list.

Poetry:

At night I have
A hundred dreams
Hoping for more
Than I could ever
Possibly achieve

In the morning I wake
With a heart full of hope
And a rested body
To go about
Making my dreams
Into reality

Around noontime
I have settled
On one, more realistic
Out of the hundred
Dreams to work on