What is it about dreams that interests us so?
Are they thoughts and memories sewn together,
Or are they our deepest desires, hidden forever?
They dance in our minds, bringing much woe.
What do they want, why do they occur?
Only you can know for sure.
Arguing with yourself about what it has told you;
But what's to know? A dream's a dream.
They can't tell us everything.
As a dream's events unfurl, what are you to construe?
Do they say you've been lying to yourself,
Or, is that untrue?
Why do we listen to them at all
When we know our reasoning's in the right?
If only so we can sleep one more night.
Then those dreams may come again,
And we can listen to ourselves once more,
Rather than those thoughts we had before.