A dream I could not catch
And I woke up in an angry mood.
And swore in rude ingratitude.
This nocturne full of unconfirm,
Whose feelings made my stomach squirm.
I could not grasp the point of scene,
That dwell within the memory dream.
Yet clouds of eery feelings swell
That seemed to point a downward dwell?
It moved in shadow through my thought,
Each time I grabbed, it did abort.
The clear of it would not stand still,
I had no food, but had the bill.
It bothered me the whole night through,
And I chased it, from view to view.
It irked me but I could not pin,
This phantom feeling of a sin.
I'm sure this happened to most of you
And my question is, what did you do?