I dream of dreaming that I dreamt
About the master’s masterpiece
Of which, I could not understand
A single theme, a single piece.
I think I thought about a thought
Which headed right out of my head,
And for a second it was caught
Just for a second, then it fled.
And in that second, I remember
Remembering what I had lost,
I even thought that thought surrendered
But it was heading for the coast
To stop that thought, I stopped to think
And lacking thought, I brought it back
Just as the thought began to spring,
The clock alarm had woke me up