Dreamer
Sleeping in his dream reality
Searching for his personality
He leads a life of disbelief
And sleeps to gain a short relief
But twisted dreams disturb him and he can’t return to sleep
So he clambers out and freshens up and then attempts to eat
But his cup is soiled and the food id rotten
It’s just another daytime thing of which he has forgotten
He sits himself to drink his cup
And is shaken by the taste
The food he bought and never ate is nothing now but waste
A trembling hand reaches out to find a cigarette
He looks towards the window then through the tarnished net
And once again he’s dreaming
His mind goes automatic
He has another daydream
He’s a fantasy fanatic
Brought back to earth by burning skin
He smiles and is amused
He dreamt he was a woman being sexually abused.
He is happy there and I think also very brave
To live out his peculiar life within a quilted grave |