Through the Eyes of a Surrealist

A strange mood comes over me
I'm feeling like I'm floating in space
And in the back of mind I hear noises
Of a broken merry go round

The cosmic clock is ticking
Doing backspins in my mind
The slow steps of time winding forward
Until the start of the breaking point

Five minutes past the stroke of the hour
Sensory overload of strange sounds and sights
Like a bizarre dream on auto repeat
In constant playback mode

Incomprehensible and inaudible
Outside of the grasp of human minds
Stranger and stranger by the minute
In a trancelike state of mind