Just Dreaming

​This is a poem I literally dreamed up in 2012. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This time I might have succeeded. I can’t remember hearing it before though it sounds familiar. It has a Beatles-ish style to it.

​Why am I scared?
Why am I sad?
Why do I feel 'bout to fall?
It's a dre-eam
I'm only asleep after all

Why do I hear laughing?
How did I get lost?
How long has that face been on the wall?
It's a dre-eam
It's just a dream after all

I hear the words on the TV
I read the newspaper
I see people follow the crowds

They promise more of the same
They promise more of the game
I watch them wrestle themselves

Why am I singing?
And why do I care?
And why am I making this call?

I'm hearing a lot of porcine acid out there today
(cheers)
Well, I've got as much porcine acid as anybody
(cheers)
All I'm saying is even someone with a food disorder could've bought that lake, yet it has one of the most hotly contested senate races in the Netherlands.
Let me explain. The world is a round pizza, and we're in one corner right now, but later we'll be in the middle. And then, they'll have to hear us!
(cheers)
I'm for slushies and you can to!
(chanting: slushies! slushies! slushies! slushies!)

One thing about dreams, is they don't make sense
And when you wake up, they're gone

When things are strange, then you know
It's time to go back to bed

It's a dre-eam
I'm only asleep after all