In a Swirling Groove of Surrealism Version 2
Ere I woke up this morning, little did I know the circumstances of my day.
It cruised as one of customary fashion and flow.
Without the smallest clue I went about as usual, but something different would rear
its head!
Slowly it clocked onward inching higher.
During the friendly dialog with a comrade, a question of inquisitive inference caught
me unawares!
Immediately I was hurled into a swirling groove of surrealism!
I was awash in the mysterious sphere of surrealism and dismay!
I had to defend myself and my peculiar dream with someone whom I thought
understood entirely.
With the sword of inference flashed before me, I halted the voice of my words and
withdrew to my man cave.
With my mind cloaked in anxiety, our communication minimized and ended sooner
than desired.
Amidst the disappointments of the morning, I persisted in surrealism sloshing about
within the four walls of my lone existence!
Hours sailed by in silence as I wrestle with the reality before me.
Neither comfort nor encouragement could be found to assuage my grief.
Finally I stood up from my chair and ventured out for some fresh air... and possibly
get another frame of mind!
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