untitled (‘I tried to get rid of my dreams’)

I tried to get rid of my dreams
but they wouldn’t leave.
They hung around,
nagging,
soliciting,
distracting.

Where are you my solid mind?
My logical hemisphere?
Come give me a hand here.

I tried to shrug off my mood
but it clung.
It shrouded me,
hissing,
clouding,
drifting.

Where are you my no-nonsense side?
My intimidating towering persona?
Come and shout this bastard down.

Clench your eyes, focus your teeth.
Put on your power suit.
Let those opaque pinstripes
stare down this hazy undisciplined robe.
Get it in a nice tight grip
and keep it down.

What do you think?