Dreams, I seem to be an expert,
Their themes I don't decipher, not my job to assert,
Therapists interpret what they disclose,
Revealing the fate that each dreamer chose.

In my head, creatures run free,
I walk in others' shoes, you see, 
So they don't consume the real me,
 As I craft endings for those I'll never be.    
           
This piece is a glimpse inside my head, 
Not written for you, I should have said,
 But for myself, to find my own thread, 
And lead mine to my story's end.