The Dream

There are multi colored kings in my head,
Posing as gods on their feathered chariots.
	I scream,
	And they don't hear me.
	I will run at them,
	In my dreams of gods and kings, and nightmares. 
	I will run at them,
	I will play chicken,
	I will play 'till I die,
	I will play,
	And I will lose.
	I scream,
	And they still don't hear me.



I'm falling down a hole of fire, 
And I can't find my footing, you see. 
I can't find my socks, in the sock cave, 
My sock cave. 
I will find the freaks that plague me, 
I will find them 
And I will find them, 
And I will find them 
And I will rescue them. 
But what if they don't need rescuing? 
Don't be crass, 
Everybody needs rescuing. 
And I'm the one to save them! 
ICK! Why would you want to do such an afoul thing! 
Because I can.



The man will find the ones who find the stars in the sky. 
And will we eat crumpets and tea? 
No, I don't think so, I have a better Idea! 
Oh, do tell I'm just dyeing to know! 
Don't be sarcastic, Elenly! 
Yes, you should be nicer! 
Oh but I am. 
No you're not. 
This isn't about me, remember? It's about if we eat the tea, and swallow crumpets. 
OH! Yes! 
I almost forgot thank you for reminding me! You're welcome. 
Enjoy.