When Dreams Become Life
The horses run free and the chaotic winds twirl
As the pyramids collapse and crumble
Beneath our very hands
Our mainstream life we’ve known so well has ended
We’re breathless and dead in our tracts
Imagined footprints disappear with each step forward
Moving through this dark tunnel, its sides twisting and turning
There’s vast nothingness on the other end
Fun house mirrors are now our reality
Distortion and irregularity is strangely normal
Glass is shattered and segmented into tiny crystals
Clowns laugh at the mere sight of us
The sync of our breath ceases to exist, tick tock
The rhythm of hearts is a monotone cry of silence
It beats to an unknown phenomenon, controlled by something else
Kaleidoscope windows are tainted with paint
Marshmallow clouds begin to quake
The thread holding the sky breaks into pieces
Poseidon’s trident storms the sea
An orchestra of clashes clammer against brick walls
Crisp leaves crumble between our delicate fingertips
Shooting stars and ufo’s stand beside us as if this
Abnormal abstractness should be normal
Where are we?