Not entirely satisfied with the dream I sit for a moment
Staring blankly into nothing
Hashing out portents
Meanings of dead friends and
Deciding at last that some things are only
Deciding at last on emptiness
To let me sleep again
though the tears seemed real
Hey, we've all had bad dreams, and I'm sure we've all spent uncomfortable middle-of-the-night time trying to figured out the reasons or the meanings.
Sometimes it's better for the psyche not to know, I think.
It doesn't make it any easier to let them go, though.