Today I Am Dreaming (Or Prufrock Unhappy) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Today I am dreaming
To where I am going
I hope it's true
I hope it's true

When there is some sunshine
My life is so much fulfilled
When there is raining brine
Each my compartment is tilled
With gleaming from the moon
To make the job done
Yes even though it’s too soon
To have winter's gleam on

I am discontented with everyone
When I am feeling so much alone
And cannot get any job done
When it’s around disgruntled tone
Much do I deem but I am never aware
What shall the next purpose be?
Only on walls of displeasure I stare
Trying to catch one cannot see

Today I am dreaming
To where I am going
I hope it's true
I hope it's true

There is an answer
In my garden somewhere
In the bouquets
Still to be torn
I wish I could
Be sometimes there
With the sills
Where those blossoms are worn