Most of It

I dream a lot and most of it fades,

But these recent ones,

Give me a pause,

And I wonder how I can regain,

The beauty sleep of a little child,

Truth be told,

All is busy and moves so fast,

I'm wondering if my dreams are small,

And whether I should keep all this at bay,

I'll embrace and deal with it,

Because what you ignore,

Replicates and grows.