I wanna know

I wanna know
if it's you
or me
or a dream
(in which case it's me,
and then I have to seem
that I am sorry).

I would hate to be sorry for my dreams.
An extension
a realization
a completion
of me.

How can it be
that one could be sorry
for what we wish to see?

I suppose
there is a benefit
to reality -
practicality
regularity
predictability.

But I cannot be sorry
for my dream.
It's me!