House Of Dreams Poem by anthony jones

Welcome to the House Of Dreams
where thoughts are free to bloom.
Step inside this humble abode,
please mind the spinning room.

Sit down, relax, you're almost there
I'll unwind the spiral stairs.
Here, have a drink that speaks in rhyme
and a poet that tastes of lime.

Yes, the walls really do breathe
and that is cotton wool in your mouth.
Oh, I did I tell you about the spinning room?
You won't know North from South!

Almost there now, look at that!
That book is writing an author!
Let's take a trip down this hall.
I'm so sorry, the decor is awful...

Finally you're here you patient soul you,
let me introduce myself.
Wait! I almost forgot! I am you.
You're myself and I'm yourself.

Thank you for that,
I really enjoyed our visit.
We need to get down from here
so steer clear from the weeping tear
on your way down while you paint the red town.

It's all over now and I'm
gonna have to go.
We should meet up again sometime.
My god! You have slept for hours!
Now wake up to the clock that chimes...