I had a powerful dream. In it, someone offered me something I wanted very much. I rejoiced at the opportunity to receive it. I became extremely excited--giddy and delighted. Then I began to realize that what I wanted and what he offered were wrong. I could not accept. Though I wanted to accept more than almost anything, I had to refuse the offer.
He didn't twist my arm to try to convince me further. He simply sat and looked at me as I decided to turn him down.
I became angry. Why would I refuse that which I desired? Why did I feel it was wrong to accept? I wasn't sure whether to be angry at the person for offering or angry at myself for refusing. That's the thing about dreams...sometimes they don't make much sense.
As I stirred slowly into consciousness, I began to reflect on the dream. In a drowsy state, I found my thoughts forming into couplets. Read the poem here.