empty lines

true dreams

I keep having awful dreams
Things I don't care about
And things I miss
Wake up unsure of when I fell asleep
Clutching my sheets in a sweaty haze

I ask myself so many questions
I have no answer to
I give myself ideas
I'm not particularly fond of

I wish I could stay longer
Just to see the film reel stop
But I guess the point is
My eyes have to be open
For the story to move along