Weeding a million nightmares,
And I chanced one dream.
It was in mint condition 
In my sleep 
Flying one kingfisher, as I was lost.
A mind paints a lovely landscape at the cost
of lost actuality, or seeing what's real,
dodging the problematic way you feel.
Of lost actuality or seeing what's real,
or dodging the problematic way you feel.
Woke to an angry headache
On your Sabbath day.
Oh, yes! dear, I finally reached you.
Oh, no! what did I say? 
Taken for just a moment, true at first light.
So brief in entirety, reverie is my goddamn right.
Oh lost actuality or seeing what's real,
or dodging the problematic way you feel.
I would have followed you to all you do
and every idea that I created.
I would have followed you to all you do
and every idea that I created.
And I've had a million nightmares,
I lost one dream.
And it was in mint condition 
in my sleep.