..and now I try to analyse
the dreams that sped before
my eyes,
the legs,
the thighs
the flow of hair
the way the sun shone,
was it me?
was I really there?

..and 4:04
why?
what for?

Monday,
wrung out, bring out your dead because
someday it'll Monday for you.

At least I woke which is a bonus.

...and it will go on, flow on,
I dream on,
the buck stops here,

If happiness is truly a state of mind
I don't suppose you'll mind if I'm not
Denmark.

It all falls into place
the gears will mesh
the face will fit
and in a bit or a byte
I'll be alright.