Poetry: Dreams

At night when I go to sleep
I have a moment to focus
On the things that are bothering
Me, they manifest themselves
In the form of dreams, and these
Are quite necessary, I'm not
Talking ghosts, aliens, or fairies
It's more like hopes, success, and clarity
I'm not sure what life is all about
Should I strive for success?
Am I just happy to play my part?
After dark is when these problems come
To the surface, I guess my brain
Is so waterlogged, with being perfect