The colors are vibrant,
but the shapes are all wrong.
Reality’s bending,
and time has grown long.
One second is twenty,
or perhaps it’s reversed.
Is this real or fake?
I can’t tell which is worse.
Maybe this is Hell,
without the pretense.
Maybe Hell’s just repeating,
what doesn’t make sense.
That would explain,
why each day is the same.
Why nothing has changed,
except more growing shame.
Hello officer, yes,
I want to report a crime.
Someone’s driving my body,
and I don’t have much time.
Then the phone is a book,
and reality shifts.
I suddenly can’t remember,
but my uneasiness lifts.
Oh well, it’s a dream,
just a farce I guess.
But each time I wake up,
I seem to come back less.
I forget to remember,
not to forget.
Wait, what was I saying?
I can’t remember just yet.
Dream and reality,
are now one in the same.
I guess when you can’t tell the difference,
you’ve truly gone insane.
