a flowery curtain adorns my room
      I look at it from time to time
   the flower is a blood red
but the leaves are a bit dead

  dead leaves
      crackling as I walk
         it’s a dream I know
            but I cannot stop
    perhaps I’m alone
        among dead leaves and stones
           staring at a bright little spot

BUT IT'S A LONG SHOT

I’m not a crackpot
not inside my room at least,
my door opens from time to time
but on the curtain beside my bed,
the leaves look a bit dead
...or so I said