Why do you always appear in my dreams?
What is my subconscious trying to say?
Do I even want to know what this means,
Why I wake up with you on my mind every day?
Even when I was young, even when I loved him!
You were there.
What is this the Sandman is trying to tell me,
A half-truth of which I'm not fully aware?
Granted, all people appear in my dreams:
Different times, different faces,
And motives, and places.
But you keep on coming to me in my sleep,
And your motive is always the one and the same.
And I know it's not true, never was, never will be,
So I wonder if it's my subconscious aim.
Even when it scared me, when I called it a fear,
Is that all I've wanted, in all of these years?
Why do you always appear in my dreams?
And why do you always, in them, love me?
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