To wake up in the middle of a convoluted dream

Of which you do not understand yet want to finish all the same

And closing your eyes once again to complete the story

Only to have dawdled too long and have the point forgotten

Floundering in what little remains of your memories 

Concerning the imagining of characters that do not exist

And to dwell over it as the day goes by

Losing the pieces to a puzzle that will never be completed