the nightmares are a challenge,
the wet dreams are embarrassing,
looking for a sign in the back of my head,
scene after scene, the same old stories,
i briefly consider if i’m bored of myself,
& off go the eyes, into the night,
looking for a sign in the back of my head,
& freud sits at a table, pen in hand,
(& dream insists that they're penis hands,)
now the wet dreams are nightmares,
& the nightmares, everywhere,
chasing me all morning,
looking for a sign in front of my eyes
that this is still a dream, all still a dream-
but the sign won't come, the sign won't come,
i’m awake! i’m awake! the greatest nightmare!
oh no! no! all my dreams are coming true!
& me? & me! i’m still rolling my eyes!
where’s my mind? where’s my mind?
in front of my eyes & under my bed,
inside the head of everyone watching,
where’s my mind? where’s my mind?
i miss u, i hate u, i love u, i hate u,
where’s my mind? where’s my mind?
ten steps ahead, a whole year behind,
looking for a sign in the depths of despair,
looking for a sign up high in the clouds,
in the falling rain & in my soaking sandals,
& in every puddle holding water,
in every night quietly holding me,
rolling eyes! oh, glory! oh, glory!
people are simple & time is slow,
& there remain only books to read.
real
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