There's a simple reason the nightmares
Are all in our heads: our heads. Think shrouds
Noggin to noggin and comforting
Cuchulain, the coward. All of us
Would like to imagine we are brave,
By violent deeds or by standing
Up to violent deeds. We are not.
There'll be no end to dreams until we'll
End, we'll happily end, our dreaming.