when one stops dreaming

the bid to end the uncertainty as to when to finally get going has not happened yet. despite much thought and worrying invested in thinking and rationalizing and rethinking and rerationalizing, it always come down to no conclusion whatsoever. more often than not, it's so much easier to wish that the verdict is handed down and strictly enforced there and then. no more thinking, no more rationalizing. easy peasy. but alas, decision making cannot always be avoided. not everything is perfectly (or not so perfectly) planned. not everything is fixed. days have to be written and drawn on an individual's imagination and dreams. but now, there's no dreams to built upon. there's no ink to draw, no paper to draw on. it's all haze and more haze, obscuring whatever has been laid in front, in the future, even tomorrow. dreams are foundation of which realities are built upon. but what happens when one doesn't dream?