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.