The dreams that make us look within
Make us review an alternate life inside
How the could have been… can be?
Or how the what was… really is?
Perhaps a way to uncover the dissonance?
recalculate the outcome?
re-experience the burden?
The perplexity onion
A sleeping mind continues to exert
A dozing psyche still sings
Sometimes we remember
Sometimes we forget
If awakened by the chorus
If aroused by canticle
Tis then can the awakened mind act
And only then can we bestir an entrusted intention
In slumber we retire the body
Cognition doth not always fade
In nightmare we struggle and worry
In vision we discern
Up to us how we choose
This lullaby now our muse
How can you tell
That the world is on fire?
If you can’t tell the rot-gut bottle
From the top shelf one that’s higher?
Why do we listen
To all the political hacks?
Have we never learned
From their past idiotic syntax?
Our relationships often fail
Quite often we do not learn
Find yet another similar situation
Find yet another one to burn
Hidden from a conscious effort
The duly noted quest
Distinguishable only by clear thought
In the muddied waters of the professed
We the human beings
Romp and trample about
To never learn from our failures
How can we possibly tout?
The braggart’s and peacock’s
Fumble themselves away
Never truly noticed
Despite the latest soiree
The talented one’s will see
This effervescent sham
What must they do?
If indeed they can?
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