Bewildered

So much to do... so little time...
The moments fly away... and the dates blur into oblivion...
Plans that I make... the dreams that I see...
Seem to be deserting me...
The energy seems to be misplaced...
Everything around me seems to be set in its own place...

I want to shake things up...
Make my time count and my minutes matter...
I want to live those dreams... and see many more...
I don't want to let them die a slow death...
I want to water them and let them blossom...
I want to see them smiling at the world...

I have to remain what I am...
Its so easy to just flow along the river...
And so easy to forget ones purpose...
Its so easy to make-believe that I am important...
But its very important to realize the truth...
And face the facts that stare at me with my half-dead dreams in their arms...