Dilemma

 

I drank the strange electric goop

And dreamed of gliding through potato soup

I woke with my eyelids glued shut

And a willow tree growing from my gut

I chopped it down and burned the wood

Then washed my face as well as I could

I went back to sleep, back to sleep

This time not as sound or deep

If I sleep this way until dawn

All day long I will stretch and yawn

I fear deep sleep will bring a nightmare

But it won’t be restful if I don’t dare

This is the dilemma that faces me

To be drowsy all day or face that tree.