Conversation

Over and over again I say it
matters not what is wanted but what
is real.

Every day to push away I say it.
Nothing was real therefore I laugh
it off. To help. I meditate on
all that I know.

Still words creep into my head.
Surely it is Satan or his agents
acting in my dreams. I remind self
and in dream. It matters not what
I want only what is needed and
real.

Oh how I do so hate having a
conversation with you in my dreams.
So as brothers and sisters are,
we bicker. I hate that.

Next conversation I want to be
smooth. Able to ask and get answers.
Until then I hope for you.