As the sediment of memory
settles on the river bed
Of the mind,
Only a little is remembered
of what gets left behind.

How I'd like to drill a core sample
without getting clinical,
Slice up
That cylindrical.

Re-examine,
Re-discover
the things
I left
behind.

One night it did occur,
Magic carpet's
are real and true.

My mattress where I lay in slumber,
My dreams,
my magic carpet ride.

While riding one night
a thought did arise,
Dreams feature
sunshine
and
light.

Dream light,
I could not help theorize,
upon a leaf
would it
photosynthesise?

Low or high
your time is in short supply

Staring at screens
destroys dreams  

It's not all bad
reconnected with old friends
it's mad

But get it in perspective,
when out with friends
be with them,
real life collective.

First there was a lock
now you have the key,

The chains holding you down
finally set you free,

Open the door
step into the light
all that bad stuff
dissolves into the night.

Seeing shapes in the clouds
on this exquisite day,
look a horse frolicking in the hay

Now look! A witch
and that little one's starting to look like a cat,
even the top of her head looks like a pointed hat

Some say there's a connection
between mind and cloud,
unconscious patterns
externally stand proud

And on a day like today
it's hard not to believe
it's true.