• “Dream Land”

    Consider this an analysis
    Of the dreams that haunt my past:
    Wind-woven sails supported still
    By my brain-ship’s weathered mast.

    Within each sail, a thousand threads
    Spell out SUBCONSCIOUS MIND.
    From life, and death, and demons,
    To the ones I’ve left behind.

    I remember very clearly
    When my family all went mad.
    Destroying one another
    Along with everything I had.

    Another dream once fractured time.
    I was helpless and alone.
    A flash from falling landed me
    In a fountain made of stone.

    In another state of mind
    Awaits a city of the dead.
    The streets are filled with zombies
    That keep appearing in my head.

    The list goes on and on
    Of all the horrors I’ve been through
    In that happy place called “dream land”
    From a surrealist’s point of view.

    - Cheech Of Tears