Often confusing

Dreams

And thus forever tainted, your mind,
By knowledge; hoarse and bright.
Of that which is dreamt by a slumbering god,
Those dreams you live and saw.
All your existence trembling,
Neath a dewdrop quivering.
As below those eyes run amok,
Beneath their lids, a hundred eyes.
Your world of dreams, a world it dreams.
Until the wet awakes, a new day begins.
A forgotten dream, 'twas all you will ever be,
A distant memory.