I went to sleep. When I opened my eyes…
There was grey, maroon over white in the skies.
How could this be so I asked of myself, through a
Ripple of waterfall over a shelf on a cloud…
How could this be that I’m so animated?
Planting both feet in this place truly hated?
Dream…
Trying to wake as I open a door
And I’m falling through whipping cream under the floor…
Kalliediscopically searching my soul, as the cartoons
And bar tunes escape down a pink rabbit hole…
How could it be that I’m so animated?
Where are my feet in this place truly jaded?
Dream…
Hey... I don’t know you anyway!
May... Be back to reality one day.
Fleas dancing with hippopotamy…
Steam... Rising from the breath of a magpie…
How could it be that I’m so animated?
Rushed when it’s obvious I should have waited….
Der nyer le sean sin populair…
Sounds bouncing off the
Kids at the Mayfair…
Kids at the Mayfair…
How could it be that I’m so animated?
A house collapsing around those that made it…
Dreamstation…c
Dreamstation...