My Mind Went For a Walk

My mind went for a walk, in the middle of the night, To a place full of colourful lights. I was having a beer with Nelson Mandela, And we talked about our own civil rights. He put down his drink and quietly said, “It always seems impossible until it’s done”. And then he just vanished, replaced by a tin hatted soldier, Blood covered from World War 1. He looked numb and dead, behind bleary eyes, And didn’t really want to talk at all. I think he wanted to weep, for the people in his mind, When he let go a short mournful squall. And then Jackson Pollock walked in, with a smile and a grin, With a new paint of his crazy Blue Polls. He shook hands with the soldier and gave him his painting, Saying this is for all the lost souls. My mind went for a walk, in the middle of the night, Where everything seemed so extreme. Can’t wait for tonight, when again, civil rights can be done, In another profound, definitively chaotic dream. This is for Brian Davey's "My cousin chaos" contest.