A Dream Deferred

What is a dream? A dream is like a crime scene, With evidence thrown about, Just waiting to be figured out So many details, clues, hints, In one little spot. First is the body, cold to the touch Just lying in a pool of blood. One guy takes pictures SNAP, FLASH, SNAP One guy collects Hair, fibers, and any other thing they find One guy takes statements “I knew her since she moved here” “Was always a loner” “I have no idea who could have done this” So many different stories which one is real? Which one is fake? Then the last guy looks at the body The cloths half on Arms and legs at awkward angles Lying in a pool of Dark, crimson blood They start to ask Who did this? Why did they do it? How was it done? Then it ends You find the evidence You catch the guy You throw him in jail That is what I feel a dream is A crime scene, Just waiting to be figured out.