A worrying thought
Often an unworthy ruse
Even the largest printed signs
In a dream confuse
The black, the white the gray
The solipsist wanders his landscape
Muttering weird alphabets
When awake he'd forget to say
The delusional real world is funny
The dreams are more real
It's a hazy surreal frozen face
Behind the imaginary wheel
Every moment is as long
As length is defined
In a gap in those intervals
Yourself you try to find
When the roof caves in
When the sky falls on your head
There's a start to the end
Silence and everything is dead
