On my way home today I fell through time
I must have slipped on a theoretical banana peel
During my fall I watched the clocks unwind
Or perhaps it was life, just unconcealed
But that raises the question of what is real
Though hazardous content once you break the seal
I prefer my life with a touch of surreal
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 5:57 AM UTC
On my way home today I fell through time
I must have slipped on a theoretical banana peel
During my fall I watched the clocks unwind
Or perhaps it was life, just unconcealed
But that raises the question of what is real
Though hazardous content once you break the seal
I prefer my life with a touch of surreal
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