Understand

 There were strangers 

and a place I couldn't identify, 

as it all appeared to me 

through a silly dream. 

Each day I try to understand

but the reality is so, 

that the images just won't 

even let me go.

I was running 

but no one was waiting,

except those strangers there

they daily reappear.

The old cliché comes into play.

" alone in a crowded room "

so I go about reviewing the dream

and wondering just who are "they"

I was running 

with no place to go, 

and the images were

clearly so