Puzzling Dreams

I spent all day pondering over my troubled life, 

And wondered how powerless we are 

In living our short lives in the way we dream. 

I wandered aimlessly into bizarre thoughts; 

But my quest remained unresolved. 

  

Night approached, pacifying my heavy eyes. 

Dreams were awaiting the moment 

When my senses get oblivious to the surrounding, 

And I fell prey to the dreams like never before. 

In the darkest hours, I heard their whispers. 

  

There were no responses to my quest, 

But they left me with a few disconcerting questions. 

The heavy eyes were better than a disturbed night, 

And I longed very much for the day to come. 

Day's troubles were better than the puzzling inquests. 

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