I’ve been told to have dreams
That one day you might accomplish them
Somewhere, you’ll look back and realize
That you are here, that you made it
That this is what you wanted

I’m scared that I won’t have it
My moment of proudly saying, “I won.â€?
That my plan will go off course
That I’ll wake up and hate myself
Hate where I am, and what I’ve done

I need a basis
I need to know that I’m okay
I want to see myself in a state of gratitude
To be thanking, not hating
I want to be proud
I want to be so many things