My schedule doesn’t have room for dreams
because it is packed to the brim with rationality–
a map leading only to places I’ve already been.

The bubble I live in is small enough to confine me
and every big idea that tries to escape,
but still big enough to keep me feeling lost.

The fragilest things always seem
to be kept in the strongest cages.
Why am I so uncomfortable
in my comfort zone?

I’ll see the world
once I’ve seen a full education,
a stable job, a happy family.
I’ll follow my dreams
as soon as I’ve followed the preconditioned path 
set out by society.

My dreams can wait.
There will be time in my schedule tomorrow,