A Part Of Me

Dream

Tis probably nothing,
I tell myself
Over and over
As I lay my restless head
Upon the cold hard pillows

Tis probably nothing,
I sing to myself
Reaching a fever pitch,
As I toss and turn
On an unwelcoming bed

I have let it all go
Truly, surely, definitely!
Then why do i
See the same fucking face
Every night I dream,
I see the same figure
Sometimes, standing and ignoring...
Sometimes, sitting and ignoring...

I have nothing to hold onto
Truly, surely, definitely!
And I have nothing more to say
Yet I lay here,
Disconcerted and disconnected

I used to wonder why
Why I felt the way I did
Now, I have grown weary
Of the same old dream
Festering like a wound

Perhaps I saw problems
Where there are none
Perhaps I saw an indefinite truth
Amidst the lies I told myself
Perhaps it was just a dreary dream
Sodden with baloney
Perhaps I will never really know
What was real...