Of All The Realities You Choose Dream

Open up your window
Look inside the mirror
It's crooked but true
Shattered but clear

Surreal figures roaming
Abandoned children groaning
Lonely bozos droning
Are you condoning?

Placid facial features
Mirror knows no lies
Definite outlook
Of your inner workings

Mother always yelling
Her breath sometimes dwelling
Bruises that are swelling
Her aroma so repelling

Enigmatic look crosses
Face that was so even
Mirror clears it self
Let's you see your wishes

Work that gives you money
Wife that calls you honey
Being mother's sonny
Isn't it funny?