If The Dream Same Way Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

I don’t believe
That I believed it before
I am insisted not to trust it
That I was believed

Last night what I dreamt
Ingrained a paradox in my present
In the difficulty of avoidance and acceptance
The judgment sways to here and there

From the culture I was given
Lives in me as metaphysical sign
From the knowledge I am derived
Conflicts in me as a voiceless sound

The dream that I have seen that night
Not the dream that ever before I dreamt
Such a thing how it filmed in mind
Though I never ever thought of kind

I cannot explain because of you
You might not believe because of me
Though it’s a dream that belonged to me
Hide it and keep it since witness of you

I go to past and then come to present
Logics and ethics that together fly down
I cannot see the mirror with that dream
I wish, if it same way comes to me again