Dream Lessons

When the sky is silver and grey,
And lead lined clouds strangle the day,
We find them creeping closer still,
These frightening feelings and their thrills,
So far behind as they trace us,
Through our lagging scents, they taste us,
Those dreams where we are trapped inside,
Those nightmares where we’re free to die.
With ancient whales swimming above,
Towards the sun, escaping us,
And elephants climbing the trees,
Just to find how far they may see,
With little lizards flying planes,
And chasing flies in sordid ways,
Cats reading in the library,
Flipping through obituaries,
Some yahoos eating the tree bark,
Wondering if that’s who we are.
Wake me from wherever I roam,
Take me to my prisoner’s home,
For I fail to love my freedom,
And I hate the man I’ve become,
Now my fantasies are often,
From the inside of a coffin,
True it is, how spoiled I’ve been,
To take life and wish for an end.