Listen.

I had a dream last night

And there you were

Thinking

Mostly about you, and then

You and him

You and her

You and everybody else…

The problems weren't real

But you were unhappy:

"What can happen in the future?"

"What could have happened in the past?"

You never seemed to think though

Of living in the moment

Of living through that last dance…

I tried to understand you,

Said a few words of my own

You listened…

And I was glad.

But when tomorrow comes

All you'll do

Is repeat the same stories that you had

So what more can I say?

There's nothing left to do

But to sit here and listen

To sit here and hope

For this dream to end

But

How can I think that?

After all,

You called me

A friend…