that I say I woke up
to find a heap of a mess.
I wake up that day with a shock,
not knowing if I've been asleep for moments,
minutes, or millennia.
I look around,
all the plants have withered and died.
Dishes piled in the sink,
they are withered and dried.
Even the glass in the window panes
is withered and deflied
And that terrible dream,
the terrible thing that I did in that dream
The thing that woke me
up, I asked myself
Did I do that terrible thing
only in my dream?
Or is the dream simply a contradictory
bit of self -deception
wherein I dream that I only did
the terrible thing that I did
in a dream?
What part of the dream is true
What part of the truth is a dream
I throw out the coffee to drink the soup
Where I run, does I have to know
I launch myself like a jet pilot
ejecting him self from a
doomed port screen
to the far earth below.
I throw myself through the door.
I fall down the hall.
I tumble through the steps.
Stumbling and flailing, fusing exhaust,
black an d fluid smoke billowed.
Running for the bus I call,
hold that burst of happiness.
Hold up the scarf, I've been there
That terrible dream,
the terrible thing I did in that dream,
The thing that woke me up,
I asked my self
Did I do that terrible thing
only in my dreams?
Or is the dream simply a tardy
bit of self -deception
wherein I dream that I only did
the terrible thing that I did
In a dream
In a dream
In a dream
What part of the dream is true?
What part of the truth is a dream?
What part of the dream is true?
What part of the truth is a dream?
Thank you.