fleet of dreams

The last moment,
Before I fall asleep,
Dreams come,
Knocking at my door.

All that I wanted,
I am granted.
Yet again the next day comes,
When I think,
I should have dreamt more.

The last moment,
Before I fall dead,
Past come,
Knocking at my door.

All that I'd done,
And all that I should have.
But this time there is no tomorrow,
To think or to act.

So I die dreaming,
I should have done more.