I tripped and stumbled in my head
And almost fell right out of bed
But oh so still, I still fell into laughter
For realities and dreams, it seems
Can both burst open at the seams
Contaminating every ever after
Sometimes in ways of poisoned woes
Sometimes in cures we suffer slow
While either way destroying our perceptions
Until the plans we’ve so long made
Are lost in much unwanted trade
As we learn yet again from self deception
Believing things could never be
Much worse or better in between
While never quite preparing for each reckoning
Sometimes when we have at all
We fail to understand the flaws
The only thing that’s missing now is everything