A New World
Of surrealism.
In my dreams, it often seems
There is another place
Where I stray and often stay
Far from the human race
In a new world of surrealism
There’s a parallel universe
In a life of limbo
My feelings intersperse
With what’s called the real world
My mind moves in and out
Of strange situations
Into a place of doubt
And bizarre kaleidoscope
Linked to psychedelic fantasies
Bleak landscapes of outer space
And oceans full of trees
Painted in a photograph
Ghosts pass by my eyes
Many I remember
Others are in disguise
In my dreams the voiceless screams
Echo in my head
I know I often go
To places that I dread
Then there is the other side
A place where dreams come true
When I merge into magic
And walls I can walk through
When I wake I often take
Some time to neutralise
What I’ve seen when I’m asleep
Appears before my eyes
©
David Rudder
2023
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