A car drives up the side of a wall
And the driver smiles at me
Through teeth of sugary diamonds
While a man invites me into an
Office with no walls but still a
Door opens and I am
Running through streets of chocolate
Running, running, running
Effortlessly through the Milky Way
And the turn leads into a
Factory made of lego
Making itself
And I’m lost in a maze
Of plastic people
And run into a lift
That isn’t there
But is crashing down from above
Panic, panic, panic
Death by plastic chocolate
But a hand rescues me
And I’m in the office of the boss
Here’s the pass I need to
Wake me from this dream
And freedom
For my mind
At least