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The ceiling is a melting pool of lime green wax

I am watching the clock dance in a purple coat

The sofa breathes and sighs between the floorboards

While the shadows play a game of checkers with my boots

My goldfish started quoting ancient Greek philosophy

The curtains turned into a choir of velvet tongues

I am searching for the remote inside a tub of jam

The walls are peeling back like layers of a giant onion

A miniature circus is marching across the coffee table

The tiny elephants are wearing diamond hats

The smoke is spinning shapes of cartoon skeletons

Laughing at the way the gravity has lost its grip

I tried to tie my laces but they turned into noodles

The radiator sounds like a bathtub full of marbles

Every time I blink the wallpaper changes its flavor

A flock of paper cranes is nesting in the lamp shade

Float high above the patchwork hills of jelly beans

The sky is ringing like a silver bell at four twenty

Every thought is drifting like a slow balloon

Laughter bubbling up from the bottom of a well

Everything is folding like a deck of lucky cards

The air is thick with the scent of wild honey

Nobody remembers where we parked the moon

Just keep on spinning in the cosmic carousel

The refrigerator is humming a technicolor opera

I asked the cactus for some light directions

It pointed toward the center of a donut hole

Where all the lost socks go to find their peace

Time is stretching out like a long piece of gum

Stuck to the bottom of a giant cosmic sneaker

The universe is just a joke without a punchline

And I am giggling at the way the atoms wiggle

A giant rubber duck is floating past the window pane

Calling out my name in a voice like a cello

I think the rug is trying to tell me a secret

But it keeps getting distracted by the dust motes

My reflection in the glass is wearing someone else's face

A grin that spans the distance from here to next Tuesday

I am a leaf falling through a forest of peppermint

Drunk on the silence of a thousand waking dreams

Float high above the patchwork hills of jelly beans

The sky is ringing like a silver bell at four twenty

Every thought is drifting like a slow balloon

Laughter bubbling up from the bottom of a well

Everything is folding like a deck of lucky cards

The air is thick with the scent of wild honey

Nobody remembers where we parked the moon

Just keep on spinning in the cosmic carousel

Float high above the patchwork hills of jelly beans

The sky is ringing like a silver bell at four twenty

Every thought is drifting like a slow balloon

Laughter bubbling up from the bottom of a well

Everything is folding like a deck of lucky cards

The air is thick with the scent of wild honey

Nobody remembers where we parked the moon

Just keep on spinning in the cosmic carousel