Living the Dream

There are days fulfilled by wonder, When a solar leap meets the horizon ahead. Leaving remnants to unanswered questions, For a tutorial dreamscape instead. Timing seems unimportant, as if no Difference exists between old and new. While a flood of bits and scraps flow by, With strong currents to obscure any clue. The lengthy productions have never shown Repeats, only new scenes yet to ignore. As if a giant jig-saw puzzle is tossed down In pieces, and when unsolved, I'll just snore. Regardless of any duration, the nightly Views seldom reach any memory to explain. So I'm left with more clouded mystery, That only a sub-conscious can entertain.