Lists

Dreaming words, and the words are waiting. I awaken and try to open my notebook, but the pages are stuck. I scramble fruitlessly every morning. Those dreams, those dreams… I forgot my dreams before I could get a pen in my hand. So I can only look back at my list from yesterday. Of all the things I was supposed to do. But that list is dusty and outdated. So I write my new list and write neatly. I look through my old lists. And close my notebook, Until tomorrow morning.