Just A Dream I Saw In The Wind Poem by Josef Erlebach

Listen to the song of a far away sky,
swishing through the clouds as we make them cry,
raining all over the lakes below,
freezing and quickly turning to snow,
right before the end of the show.
Up the path and under the rocks,
all the way is lined with dead clocks,
showing our resentment towards time,
I prefer the murmuring of a wooden wind chime,
playing within the breeze.
Playing patterns around my eyes,
my sense of reality is a bunch of lies,
smelling so rank there attracting flies.
Distorted figures crowd my house and brain,
flooding with thoughtless hatred and pain,
no one can ever be quite perfectly sane.
Swallowed by society who tell all they hear,
spreading rumors that aren't exactly clear,
no matter how stupid they all appear.
Give me the signal to kill all the light,
and be ready to put up a damn good fight.