maybe reality hasn't
allowed me to escape
quite far enough

but a few more drinks
will do

enough to tape
my eyelids shut
so that I may watch
the amateur actors who
will portray
the people
in my dreams

as the lights fade in
I see someone
center stage
who looks exactly
like my mother

but when the lights
turn on completely
I realize it's not my mother

it's me

I'm the only person
in the audience as
this poor show
is put on
by the figment fools
of my mind

and I laugh

applause from my
own hands clapping
wakes me up
and I feel better
now that it's morning

maybe it's just
because I'm sober