Dreams and the voices in those dreams.

The dream opened up
in my voice
waking me up
in ten directions
no choice there
no more asking
thinking about where
to go
a question
that will never
be asked anymore.

The sport to be
played
the cry
the laugh
knowing the reason
of their existence
I had no choice;
was awake
the voice no longer in my dream
knew it's origin
in the eyes
that remained semi drunk state
no choice there
a story untold yet
no more asking
thinking about where
to go
a question
that will never
be asked anymore.