You Dreamed That You Were Important Again

You Dreamed That You Were Important Again

Ah, I know that look, I've seen it before.
You woke up from a dream a single spirit had dreamed
to this age-old cosmic one we all share but ignore.
In this dream things were different, so they had seemed
we had big things to talk about, much more like before

Perhaps you imagined even more than you had--
before this twilight was tendered to live out your life,
'enjoying' things, just taking it easy, not sad.
Talk of peaceful things and memories, avoid all that strife

Did they know what so sorely you'd miss--
that life without strife is not always bliss
They can't know what it's like, how sorely you'd miss
those days you were needed, something always amiss.

To be heard, to have what you say regarded
to be offering more than just a complaint.
To think boldly, to synthesize what most others haven't
To talk, discuss, perhaps and even debate

Things that mattered,
Moves whose outcomes you'd see,
Not just knowing that you've joined a few others,
Flailing away at some faraway
Cause offered by all-knowing others,
those who feigned to sincerely seek out your voices,
but only for background noise, not for help making choices.

But from this cosmic dream, some day you'll awaken
Not feeling separate, isolatd, somehow mistaken
There's something beneath this or perhaps it surrounds us,
I know it, I feel it, I just haven't quite found it.