These moments slipping into thoughts;
These thoughts slipping into dreams;
These dreams attempting to become what I am;
What a dream; these moments slipping into thoughts;
Thoughts slipping into moments slipping into dreams;
And these dreams are not what I am;
What I am not shall be what I can not become;
What I can not become are these dreams which slip out of my thoughts
Revised version
These fleeting moments slip into my thoughts,
As thoughts give way to dreams,
And dreams seek to embody my essence.
Oh, how wistful these dreams may be,
As moments slip into thoughts and thoughts into dreams,
Yet they do not define who I am.
For what I am not, I cannot be,
And these mere dreams cannot capture my true essence.