“All that we see or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.”
Yet all that we dream or think,
is but a spark behind a blink.
When all I see is TV snow,
and the angry aura is aglow,
hot sharp pain’s lobotomy,
orange bottle holds the key.
To shut down the spark behind the blink,
To shut down all I dream and think,
To end the dream within a dream,
Yet help me see and let me seem.