dreams, dreams i dream

of you, of paradise, utopia though it looks unlike what you see in your mind when dreams mean a definition or words, words can be tricky in a court of law, of enforcement and the juries they are strangers, the judge is impassive i must not squabble with when disobedience is seen as anarchy it must be bad. bad, good words like a slippery eel slips past memories i can no longer hold on to because our memories say different contrasting tales, who is right i do not know. i want, you want, a tale from your lips i took as god send, didn't you tell me you are his messenger but i was young and naive too weak, to know the difference. you held all the cards, it was not bravery when it would happen as you predicted i knew not the opposites of dreams and nightmares for i was that canvas you painted upon, what you wanted, dreams, dreams, yours not mine. i just never knew it, thus i agreed, followed, worshiped the grounds you stepped upon, i never once begrudged it was not like you knew what you did. i forgave, did i? you asked. tears, regret, dreams, nightmares all coiled into one fist as i slammed into a glass ceiling refusing to break, god help me and went to the other god when the god you worshiped budged not, gave no grudge, neither did you same shadow i now feel like i am beginning to know who you are just that i can never say it would be damnation, treachery you got them all those puppets nodding to your will i once once your puppet i too behaved. how could i refuse? you had taken my heart, my mind i knew not then ... ... slips comes about, how sour how sweet how bitter i tried to twist the narration, to fit reality even when reality fell apart, a dream, yours not mine, gone.