I wake up confused,
Thinking was I used?
Or abused?
Or just misused?

You are recurrent. Unstoppable.
Each night, you seem more audible.

I know, I am a dreamer
And it's in my nature to imagine
Of world unknown and
Of ignited passion.

But, these dreams
Make me wake up all soaked
In sweat and guilt.
It's incomprehensible. I feel so choked.

Seven nights, seven dreams, seven days of a week.
Every day, each day, same dream as if part of a powerful clique.

I tried to decipher you,
Know you, meet you, oh dreams!
Why are you bothering me?
What do you want?
Or are you hinting on something,
It seems...

Lost among this confusion,
I conferred
That this may just be,
A reality deferred.

(Soon)