Too many.

When too many dreams 
means too many things
and too many thoughts
attached to ideas and fantasies,
the silence is lost to
the noise and the seeking
and the trying and the wishing.

But all we are is dust
and all we have is now
and all I hope is to
be here, now. 
And all I hope is to
hear the bits
that mean a thing
to me, now.
Or to we, 
now.