Unclear

So unclear.

All these…

Thoughts.

Once again dancing

On needles in a field.

Where the sun is entirely too hot.

I live in a dream world.

I mean, what is my problem!

This isn’t real, you schmuck!

This isn’t normal, you idiot!

This isn’t right, you disgusting fool!

It’s a set up for sorrow

And you know it.

So wake up dream boy,

You’re not being rejuvenated.

You’re being reconstructed.