I bit into this apple,
that I call myself.
Juices running down my cheek,
I think they call this wealth.
I take off dashing to the door,
to open it and see.
Looking down at the floor,
you are my sanity.
As soon as I go to speak,
words escape my brain.
That's because my friend you see,
I think I've gone insane.
I taste colours and smell textures,
What is wrong with me?
I hear pictures, I see fractures,
I must be sad to see.
I think my mind has been split,
into many different pieces.
There's only one way they could fit,
and your guess is as good as mine is.
These melting legs make it hard to run,
but don't worry I'm still glad.
It's simply really not that fun,
I think I'm going mad.
Once I lay down to think,
I hear my own voice speaking.
Open your eyes to see the link,
to understand you're dreaming.