Yellows and Blues
Tonight I sleep
With the prince
A yellow pill
Prescribed by a Shrink
It takes me down
And makes me
Dream of snakes
And dragons
And screaming pigs
It is not pretty
This sleep of mine
I wonder if she
Would come back in time
Hollow though the slumber
I call sleep
Ah so humble
I am afraid to peek.
When I wake I take a pill
It’s blue and makes me reel
It’s suppose to make me happy
It’s suppose to make life real
But it never happens
I feel so alone
Like Elvis on the telephone
Mama help me…
“Sonny! Red! Get me the hell
Outta here”
And then I realize I never left the building
Because the dream is real
And reality is a dream
And then I take the yellow pill
It starts again
It never ever seems to end.
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