Hallucinations Poem by Taher Shemaly

Hallucinations
or dreams on arrival
there from the west
sitting on high pedestal
the mind is busy or so
with analyses of a fictional
tired is this soul
and no hope of survival

tick and tock
so goes the clock
myself in a lock
heavy as a rock
after the shock
remains a block
after the knock
down the hummock

O sing a song
out of the trouble
so soon life goes
then no hide no cover
then understand, O yes
the song out of a sober
hallucinations they are
so let it be so forever