i wrote a poem
in this mundane life there is glory each night, when dreams take over beyond reach of the light. where angels dance and bananas ride go karts, people eat feces and santa throws lawn darts. anything's possible through subconscious fancy, castles are stormed by burgers called nancy. the soul finds solace through the images grand, and truth meets beauty for a one night stand. the kingdom unites for a merry good time, both jester and king indulge in the wine. a feast it is, of the imagination. harmony found in mind state's relation. but vile things hide in the darkness of light; science and reason and logic's insight.civil war within as the egg starts to rise, and the king is dethroned when i open my eyes. the torch is then passed to the physical needs; roses are strangled in the overgrown weeds.