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| Reality Check Make-Up It was cold, a funny smell was in the air Looking up, I found myself just laying there Conversation discouraged, nothing said Laying on a cold slap, feeling like the dead That couldn’t be right, there was plenty bright light There was man overhead, applying make-up in the night I wanted to ask a question, my face felt stiff What was he doing, my expression I tried to shift To no avail were my efforts to wail; only silence came I wanted to ask the man overhead, do you have a name What the hell is happening, I can’t move I tried to shout The man left from overhead, and suddenly, the lights went out That reminded me of the end, I had died last night I had been in the saloon, some man started a fight I went to leave, to go home, suddenly the lights went dim In the fighting and yelling, I heard them say, kill him That was when the lights went out last night during the fight Until the man appeared overhead applying make-up to my face I get upset; I disagree with the out-come of these dreams Disagreeing brings me back to present time it seems Cautiously I opened my eyes, I need to see if I’m home for real Relief! It’s always good to be home, not stuck in the surreal Seeing my room is a good reality check for me It wakes me up. Sensing the lingering smell of formaldehyde Smelling the greasy make-up, gives me cold chills Until I remember, it was only a dream. Or was it? |
