ONLY THE DREAMS AND ONLY THE DARKNESS

Only the dreams and only the darkness,
only the dreams and only the darkness.
whispered murmurings from myself
interrupt the half light,
and I find myself
stuck between my morning and my night.
Which is it?
Is this life, or is this a dream?
Is this a nightmare,
or is this just a
rising action
to another dénouement?
So much has happened
and so much will happen
and it will be either
good or bad,
but right now,
I don't know which
future I will surface to.