I dreamt I was drowning,
Holding on with just one hand,
When really all I had to do,
Was move to another part of the boat.
Have you ever stopped your dream,
And changed the way it turns out?
I rewind and edit,
Trying out different storylines as I sleep,
Until I find the one I’m trying to tell myself.
I’m at my most sensible,
Amongst the surreal.