never what a hole would seem
Sweet spot of a dream
Yet wretched shapes of being
Gnash their teeth
Sometimes scream
To distort the picture on the cave
Walls
With creepy paintings of
Zombies
The doors remain hidden
Hardly a dream at all
A computer hides behind the
Wall
You return to sanity
As the clock is ticking
Madly
Mad watch smashed hard
And flowers freeze in showers
Mad
It was far away
Formula one came
A flying car
Just for fun
Bees make flowers
Fruit dripping juice
Love this good life
Do.
