I dream I dream
I wonder why I wonder why
I am surprised I am surprised
I am afraid I am afraid.
You really shouldn’t have to explain poetry, right? But… the repeat of each phrase is questioning the first part. So like-
Is this a dream or am I dreaming a dream?
Why do I bother to ask, have I nothing better to do?
Am I so jaded that nothing lifts me from my daily stupor?
Will anyone notice how much this scares me?
Thanks for listening.