Just thinking...

what are we made of ?...
when i was young so many childhood dreams i kept in my heart
so many achievement i wanted to reach
as time gone by
i grew older ...
i began to see the truth, the fact, the reality..
yes..yes dreams are made to be fullfiled
......but some of my dreams were too naive..
like i was living in another dimension...
....many things happened that made me compromised my dream..
and slowly 
it started to fadeaway..
i forgot how to dream
i forgot the treasure in me
.....
live day by day...doing what must be done...
but something inside never feel satisfy
there's always something missing..
like a tune that needs a note
like a poem that needs a word
...
searching ...analyzing..
trying to find the missing pieces..
....
slowly...
i take a time for my own..
i sit in the silent....
asking to myself...
what do u want?
what are u searching for?
....
haven't heard the answer yet...
but there's something convicing me that 
this is the right thing to do....
so now...
in silent ..
i'm waiting for an answer.....