The nightmare

Many have dreams to pursuit
But I have a dream of my own
'Twas not ambition nor goal
But a plain, mere vague dream
Like the one at a troubled night
It might have a meaning of its own
Which surpassed my understanding
Each day I sit all alone by myself
Trying to make out what it was
I relate it with all that I know
But efforts end only in vain
All my experience fail terribly
My dream became my mare
I wish I knew myself better
Maybe one day I'll for sure
Discover my dream to make it true