Here I lie in a dreamer's wake,
But half asleep and half awake,
Struggling with the seen and unseen,
The silent nod and inbetween.
Lord knows I need the silent nod,
The dream is but some goldenrod
And if I let it filter through,
It surely will my sleep undo.
If I could, I would the two,
But this I know I cannot do,
I can pursue but only one
And with this, the other undone.
Sometimes a choice for you is made,
Without your help or conscious aid,
And here the choice for me was done
But can you guess which choice had won?