All Sides Unfenced

You dream of better things
Only since you can’t keep
The good things you’ve got now,

And you know it. Oh, yes,
There’s lots of bad you’d like
To get rid of as well,

But if you felt you could
Keep what’s good, you would dream
The way memories dream,

Purging the most awful
To save the golden haze.
No. You, awareness, dream

Of somehow better things
Completely, since you know
Even what’s good must go.