Waking

Waking dreams
are so real
there is no other
way to feel

Standing at the
gates of Hell
then falling deep
into the veil

Down you go
it feels surreal
like Dali's image
makes you squeal

Melting watches
faces too
like a trip
you took in school

melting visions
merge into
spinning wheels
of warmer hues

Then the scene
begins to fade
you must now
start your day