Its late

I'm tired

most go to bed,

no sooner said

than your gone

50% 'dead'.

Off to Gaga Land

the land of dreams

where everything is

well

like shredded data

stuck together again.

People fly past

like Grimaldies from your life

Clowns in top hats

without any clothes,

dentists with sledge hammers

and pneumatic feathers,

while you wave like royalty

from atop a wheelie bin

have another coffee

this is exciting.

You never question

where you have been

assume its just your bed

you have only been dreaming.

Yet what if it were

awake was the dream

that all your life was a hoax

asleep was reality supreme,

this is it

sign on the dotted line

no need for pills

just?

whatever you will.