What Now

             What shall I do now, as another dream of mine shatters? I thought and hoped but then I had to let it go into the dust. I once thought anything could be, but then I have to listen to myself, and I had to shut my soul down for the sake of the body it inhabits. My ramblings seem to make no sense, don't they? I just need to feel that no one knows my name and that I can vent in blissful anonymity. I see things, in a book I can see everything the author does not. When in history I know why things happen, I can see things repeating. Please tell me, is this normal?