Puzzle

The dream was a puzzle
The dream was a muddle
Familiar places , prominent faces.
Fragmented scenes , recurring dreams
The age old conundrum ,
What does it all mean?
None of it made sense.
A jigsaw , are all the pieces there
I don't know.
It all seemed so real while in the deep.
Now awake I keep
rolling it over and over , like a ball
While trying to make logic of it all.
- and failing in a heap.
Waiting for it to return in a future sleep.
As I know it will
A dream can't be killed ,
or ever understood.
Which maybe is good.
I don't know .