Stuck Poem by Doug Lane

I dreamed
I dropped
and lost
my new credit card
when I tried to pay
for something
at a fern bar.
Everybody there
was trying to help me
find it,
but no luck.

Then I woke up.
So that was a relief, right?
I didn't have to phone
the credit card company
and cancel
the lost
card.

Didn't have to worry about
some crook
finding it
and charging up
a storm

But when I tried
to go back
to sleep,
I found myself
in the same bar
with everybody still looking
for my card.
I tried to tell them
I only dreamed
I lost my card
but they just laughed
and kept looking.

I woke myself up
and may have to stay
awake
for the rest
of my life.
I'm
stuck.

I can't do a reset
on that dream.
It's still out there
waiting for me.