Malicious thoughts plague my mind. Bubonic brain blast me with bloody blight
I toss and turn in the tumultuous night
Scattered and delirious I'm heaved to and fro
Face to face with deaths black door
Fleeing feels futile as ill be back in a while
Still the terror grips my heart in a tight embrace
"Softly" she whispers then lives no more
Just a memory exhausted like the soul of fear
I've read between the lines and the message was clear
This isn't the end, I panic again
How can this song never cease,
Like an old lobster bisque it molds to new shapes and forms
It's a Clown now, looking lost on a paddle boat in the Atlantic, frantic and alone he looks up to see shore. Saved! He dreams of home. It wasn't land though, it was a snapping turtle and it went straight for his throat. The mist settled again and I'm there on a throne. Castles in the distance burn with a hungry fire, reds and yellows dance cross the horizon. "This is what it's about" I think, lost in the moment, "just a view and a dull head"
A whip cracks and I spin around, except now I'm not physical, more like a photon, man.
I can't see the dream anymore, but I'm crushingly aware of the eyes all around, sometimes looking at me, most the time through me
I can't see anything but that damn black door again, this time I know I have to step through it
I tried and tried but she kept holding me back, "not yet dummy, the frogs are still here" "Huh" I asked not sure who the frogs were, but there they were. Tophat and all Jeremy stood, towering over me like a great clock out of a Dr. Seuss rhyme. "BLOAT THE GOLDFISH" he screamed, and then I was back in my chair like nothing ever happened.
Maybe nothing ever happens anyway, it's all just waves and energy after all, like the cascading of a waterfall across a sun dyed rock
Maybe he'll never top the Grand Canyon but one things for sure, the soup'll keep on souping and the bread waits for no man. Laser minds seek no fools gold remember than son. Say, where'd that frog go...
