I come from my dream time
I am a little confused
Time frames all merged past and present
The then and now cohabitate, as if there be no time at all
Blending these impossible scenarios
Creating images that play with my sanity
Nothing is fitting into thier little boxes any more
The genie has escaped the bottle, no more rubbing needed from me
Stop, stop! I scream in silent mode, I have so much more to give
Being a little confused, dissects the moment
Dreams being defragmented into the memory banks
All fused with logic! Awaiting a question to answer
