My Hopes, as I Know them

Trudging through these weary days

I blend in,

A face in the crowd of nine billion.

Nine billion humans.

Again,

Again,

One day on repeat.

Math, then science, then language arts

Then I stop counting the hours and I drift out

Into the worlds I create for myself

Myself with a new name.

I write them down, give them titles and chapters.

But then it's not me.

It's just a story.

What I want is a story for me-

Just me.

Just me to have it.

I want to live my stories.

I want adventure.

I want to be remembered.

Don't share these dreams, hopes, wishes,

My heart says. Show them what they know about you

Show them what they see first.

Nature, cities, life and death.

I keep on walking through these crowds.

Telling myself I'm different, special.

I am.

Right?