surreal

Written by: Stacey Brackley

those dancing lillies smile and wave
the leaves squeel in the winter winds
the falling clouds i cannot save
mr. nobody has no friends

the wind stalks my back
she whipsers in my ear
in your soul you are all black
but the wind i cannot fear

my hopping carrots jump out the fridge
the water running over the bridge
this may be surreal
but for me it is real

darkness creeps around
trees whipser my name 
my head is the one to blame
this voice is the only sound