Moving fast through time.

Reclining while under great pressure.

Sleet falling from the heavens

Soaking my hopes and dreams.

Like rays of amber that drench the trees during golden hour.

How can I control what is just beyond my reach?

Everything falling apart

With no hope of recovery.

Yes sir, love is truly a choice.

Some say it's just a feeling.

But feelings aren't very reliable.

They're bound to grow.

Or they lessen.

Either way.

Choose.

I have a dream that I am a lamp

in a dark house

full of dusty chairs.

My switch is turned on and off

off and on

on and off

for many years

until

everyone dies

and I am forgotten.

I have a dream that I am riding a horse

in an ocean of pigs

rolling in chocolate pudding.

They are eating bacon

and sacrificing to mosquito gods

again and again

over and over

never ending

until

they are murdered by the butcher

and become bacon themselves.

I have a dream that I am a roller coaster

in an amusement park

specifically meant for the queen of England.

She sits in a car on my track

and throws her hands into the air

screaming like a mad woman

as I bring her

up and down

forwards and backwards

sideways and upside down

until

the court jester makes flapjacks

which he throws on the queen's head

and she decides it is time for breakfast.

An eternity of calm

crystal clear waters.

The sun shines

while the gulls cry

into the deep blue sky.

Waves break

upon pale pink shore.

The salty breeze

nudges the palm leaves

and gently guides

the clouds along.

Crystal clear waters

are an eternity of calm.