I have to choose what I detestEither dreaming, which my mind hatesOr action, which my awareness loathesI am confusedI sit alone in silenceTo focus more on the way that I am livingI am losing youAnd this place isn’t comfortableI retaliate by not speakingSo I guess I will loseDetesting both, I choose neitherBut since I must on occasionEither dream or actI mix the two things togetherDetest