I'm so tired this morning that it's difficult to think
Waking up is such an uncomforting notion
Emerging from my slumber, I was dreaming on the brink
Of happiness and overwhelming emotion
I know my dreams were good and bad, but subject matter unknown
I wish I could remember more, like where it was that I called home
I do remember tinges of terror, only slightly frightening
I recall emptiness and being alone
I think it was another world, full of sights unseen
I don't think a name was shown
I enjoy reality, but I truly love my dreams
I wish I were like Sigmund Freud, to decipher what they mean.
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 11:14 AM UTC
I'm so tired this morning that it's difficult to think
Waking up is such an uncomforting notion
Emerging from my slumber, I was dreaming on the brink
Of happiness and overwhelming emotion
I know my dreams were good and bad, but subject matter unknown
I wish I could remember more, like where it was that I called home
I do remember tinges of terror, only slightly frightening
I recall emptiness and being alone
I think it was another world, full of sights unseen
I don't think a name was shown
I enjoy reality, but I truly love my dreams
I wish I were like Sigmund Freud, to decipher what they mean.