Surreal

Surreal

(S. Goebel/A. MacDonald)

I’m staring at the scenery through stained glass eyes

There I see the people growing from the trees

Black Light from the sun illuminates this strange place

Vertical clouds dot the sky and the yellow burns my eyes

So surreal, cause it ain't real

So surreal, everything's bent and stretched

So surreal, rivers flow upstream

So surreal, everything leans to the left

Inside or out, can I ever know

In your imagination lies secrets and illusions

Made up or fact, real or alive

In the end it doesn’t even matter

I’m standing in a museum, I must have dozed off

There I see a painting of a giant one eyed-ham

I’m back in reality, everything’s boring and normal

Then I realize, the walls are made of LEGO

My feet melt and the Mona Lisa tells me everything's