Shakespearean Sonnet:Waiting For..

Sonnet 1
Title: Waiting For.

I continue to sleep, trying to dream

I think that my head is about to steam.

I only wish that I could remember

What my dreams were like before December.

Were they like fire, warm and yet so bold?

Or like winter snow, soft but just so cold.

I only wish that I could find the truth,

It feels like it’s hidden within my youth.

But then again I am only a kid,

Just hiding the feelings I must be rid.

I guess that I am just thinking too much,

About all these meaningless thoughts and such.

But this feeling, I couldn’t shake it before

So what is it that I am waiting for?

I had changed the rhyme scheme because I figured since this is poetry, we shouldn't be bound to rules of the things that we can and can do, so never the less, I hope it was still enjoyable for those who may end up reading it.