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.