My dreamtime,
it is almost apart from me,
that dream life,
this waking world,
at odds,
incomprehensible to one another.
Both,
a complexity of meaning,
but what meaning,
but the why of it,
the why escapes me
in both worlds.
So,
chasing elusive why,
I go on in two worlds,
maybe in the dreaming world,
I will find why
for the two states,
it seems to have more logic.