It’s going hayware!

I ferry my dreams to my living world. Unluckily, most of them hardly translate into anything tangible, except speculations of getting more and more such dreams.
More often or so, I was stopped by the patrol of my own admiration of life to the excessive. Every time I try to pursue something, life’s fuzzy concepts clutter me and left bereft of the very idea to pursue ‘that something’.
Now, I gave away the thought of ferrying my dreams into reality. Instead, I am trying to portray myself as a tireless character and subvert the verisimilitude of living in a dream world.
What I do now is, doing what comes naturally to me, like assuming myself to be alone and planning for that inevitable.