Resistance

I resist to dream,
I resist the dreams,
those intense and intuitional,
they were false... at least the last ones.
Since then, nothing is true.
Everything changed,
I changed without having my compass.
Last night, I dreamt about my dream,
but there was just the facade,
the essence? I'm still not sure
who you are or what it means.
I resist to dream,
I resist confusion.