| Weeding a million nightmares, | |
| And I chanced one dream. | |
| It was in mint condition | |
| In my sleep | |
| Flying one kingfisher, as I was lost. | |
| A mind paints a lovely landscape at the cost | |
| of lost actuality, or seeing what's real, | |
| dodging the problematic way you feel. | |
| Of lost actuality or seeing what's real, | |
| or dodging the problematic way you feel. | |
| Woke to an angry headache | |
| On your Sabbath day. | |
| Oh, yes! dear, I finally reached you. | |
| Oh, no! what did I say? | |
| Taken for just a moment, true at first light. | |
| So brief in entirety, reverie is my goddamn right. | |
| Oh lost actuality or seeing what's real, | |
| or dodging the problematic way you feel. | |
| I would have followed you to all you do | |
| and every idea that I created. | |
| I would have followed you to all you do | |
| and every idea that I created. | |
| And I've had a million nightmares, | |
| I lost one dream. | |
| And it was in mint condition | |
| in my sleep. |