I Dream Too Much

Not only my eyes but also my mind feel heavy,
and as I rollover I’m onto the next one already.
This one I like because I start to see your face,
blurring the past, only letting my memories trace.
Forgotten and moved on is what we say,
time is the measurement and also the giveaway.
So what do we do when we remember and wake?
We blink and pretend we didn’t as we stare down at our pancake.