We stood in the corridor speaking of dreams we still had
Both semi-closed to the abundances of before that said otherwise
Whether or not it could be said again, the lights were half-lit so half-bright
We stood in that corridor giving it a distance for the time that was not yet done.
We laughed because we knew and, again, we did not
It was easier to say that way and it was funny because it was not at all
And it became funnier because we knew how much we did not know and all before it
Both reminiscent of how wrong it had been and yet seemingly how right we could still become.
We stood unhappy and tired and full of life
Two unfinished dream states in a post-bedtime corridor
It was funny to see but we still spoke louder than our own comedy
We stood in that corridor and put any dreams of being awake to one side.