The Dream World

Running forever through my mind
Bumping into thoughts I find
Forever bumping and ker-plunking
My own mind thinks I'm flunking

Words hanging on the walls
Images always fly down halls
Dark in places, bright in others
Run from the nags of my mother

Find a painting on hanging still
Like looking through a window sill
Hold out your hand, you want to touch
Your hand goes through but it doesn't mean much

You climb in the portrait and the figures move
You act it out and follow the groove
A fantasy there that holds a mood
You laugh at your thoughts, why bother to brood?

You reach a cavern with light from above
Hear the flapping of a dove
You scale the treacherous subliminal walls
You hear the hark that reality calls

It's a dangerous climb, you slip a few times
You think that this trek might as well be a crime
You reach the surface, and look out around you
You're laying in bed, reality surrounds you