Drifting down on a green river
This dream scape is so vivid, so clear
Impossibilities and absurdities at every angle
So overwhelming i can scarcely handle
There is purple grass, and amber skies
Green rain and pigs that fly
But just beyond this perfect and happy world
Is a realm of dark and cold
Nightmares, Demons, Beasts of forgotten lore
All whispering things of what i cannot be sure
Bright and absurd on one side dark and deadly on the other
One makes you smile the other makes you shudder
Alas, upon the morning sun
Now our time in Morpheus's arms is done
