"Tell me I'm not dead because I'm going crazy."

I had a dream the other night that had a stirring effect on me. It is now four days since I had the dream and its essence has almost completely warn off. 

I need to find it again. I need that feeling back. 

And as much as I hate to post lyrics anywhere like some grade 10 love-sick teenager, these sum up the last little bit:

I'm a mess, such a mess
I'm a coward and a hypocritical sinner
Like a bitchin' politician
But my anger's true
I am tense and intentional
I'm passionate to a fault
I am old
But I'm a work in progress