A world of cardboard cut-outs passes me by
as I drive my car towards the day’s sky
with broccoli trees and sweet wrapper bees;
everything looks false and I don’t know why.
Cotton wool clouds part for the orange sun
and I notice that the day has begun
but in rear view sight I can still see night;
all its colours are beginning to run.
I try to overtake time’s gradual change
but passing the time is just far too strange
so I press the break ‘til I feel awake
whilst keeping my chased target in close range.
At my destination I woke at the wheel
and I realised my drive wasn’t real.
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