it all ends, much to quickly.

doing all of the things that I need to be doing.
waiting to do,
all of the things that I need to be doing.
wishing that I was doing all of the things that I was dreaming about.
seeing the light at the end of this tunnel.
fearing that it will all end,
much to quickly.
days and nights filled with unnamed terror,
wishful thinking,
dreams that may or may not come true.
knowing that it will end,
much to quickly.
all of these days filled with dreams,
the nights filled with sleeplessness.
I should be doing something more,
and the words disappear,
much to quickly.