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.