eternal recurrence

in the dream my books are stolen the thief
a poor woman whom i do not know but who speaks
of anguish and pain and then calls for relief
i know there's more than money that she seeks
it is a dream i realise when i'm lost when delay
keeps me from obligation miles away from task
i squint and look out at all the colours of the day
the arrival of the right bus is all that i can ask
now the scene changes and i'm in the lecture hall
the students all look eager but it seems quite real
my mind is suddenly as blank as the wall
and suddenly i'm not sure what it is i feel
the clock goes off waking me this ends the early show
i'm back to concrete meaning to things i really know