Dreaming

The older I get, the more I realize it’s all a great strange dream

Just like Keuorac said

Sometimes I try desperately to read between the lines

Interpret every person, place and thing as a symbol of something larger

Searching for a pattern or direction that will make it all make sense

When the truth may very well be

That there is n o t r u t h a t a l l

No grand plan where the pieces fit together just so

But rather

Life is a great strange dream

Like the one you have after eating street meat

You walk on the ceiling and see your long dead dog

And wonder if the buzzing in your ears is a swarm of jolly bumble bees

or just your alarm clock