Dreams:: A poem

I had a double-chained Elysian dream late last night
Of me sent off to a distant land with a familiar sight.
I woke up in the junction of Morpheus' recess,
And confused upon the decision to wake or to rest.

I stand behind the canteen walls folded by bed sheets,
So uncertain, so unsure of which queue should I lead.
On my right, back to the grey-belt reality shall I leap,
Or to my left? Another 2 mere hours of delusion shall I sleep.

A alternate life, an adventure I love will awaits me there,
But Alarm Clock waits too to give me break from break, I can't bear.
But yet the sweet warm dreamy aroma tickled my nose,
So between the two queues in my bed, I pondered and supposed.

I can't escape reality forever, for it returns with the day,
But yet I still turned the alarm clock a full turn away,
So I queued to my left, snuggled up and to myself sang:
"For when His break ends, mine began..."