NovPoWriMo 20

Another night of 
nondescript dreams
follows me through
the day as if every 
unplanned moment 
were half a déjà vu 
away in disguise 
maybe I didn’t sleep 
so good maybe I 
slept too well maybe 
my body doesn’t like 
to be interrupted 
by consciousness
what is the world
other than adrift 
in a sea of thoughts 
it tries to recollect 
unsuccessfully 
the next day