Blinded

I'm blinded by all the hopes & dreams that have yet come to pass. People walk up and down the streets, in the progress of their pursuits. I watch them, as i am standing still, everything around me moving fast ,lights blinking, cars speeding by, conversations, and words filling the polluted air, is this really what life consists of?..have we made it so hard to dream, that the "dream" is just a beautiful word, and not something that actually can be made real.

How do i break free from all of this indesired madness?
where can i find my peace?