Of What Was Once Then

I caught a wish above my head,

and it brought me far from my bed.

I had dreamt it on a shooting star,

one that would fly far and far.

And it would go fast, and faster again.

It will fly fast, as fast as it can.

As fast as I could, I knew I would,

I’d fly just as fast as I should.

And as you may see, I guarantee,

the sky is blue, and the grass is green.

And all things are what they’re not,

even if the air is colder than hot.

Which I can see and you can not,

Knock, knock, who’s there? I am not.

I closed the door and heard the floor,

it spoke to me, and I to it.

He spoke with words, and I with wit.

That was the last I’d heard from him,

Whether his name was Tim or Jim.

Now, Tim and Jim are actually twins.

How’d they go? With the outs and the ins.

Or it could be the other way around.

Round and round, from up to down.

And here in my dream, I find a pony,

somewhere in a sea of macaroni.

Pony, pony! My only friend is lonely.

He is made of macaroni and bologna.

And pony saved my friend, the floor.

The friend that sits beneath the door.

My friend! Oh, I wonder where he’s gone to.

Probably to say hello to you, or you,

or you, whoever you said you were.

Though you might actually be her.

Whoever she was, I didn’t know.

Then it was I who followed her ghost.

I was lonely, you might just say.

Alone each night and gone every day.

In a world where my wish came true,

that brought me here, from me to you,

I was more lost than I’d ever been.

It was a time where I’d felt the end.

Of what? Well, I’ve not a thought.

‘Tis the realm that I’ve now sought.

The dream realm, it must be.

It was the only world I could see.

A place ruled by Tim and Jim,

the floor and door that sang a hymn.

Now, I don’t know who Tim and Jim are,

nor how they got into my wish upon a star,

though I may just tell you one thing,

that if you stand up proud and sing,

you will find yourself with friends,

friends that are there till the very end.

And you are my friend, as are the twins.

Tim and Jim, with the outs and the ins.

A floor that sits beneath a lonely door.

No longer lonely, he’s happy to the core.

Who’s happy? I’m not too, too sure.

Could’ve been the floor, or the happy door.

If he’s happy, then maybe it’s him.

Perhaps it’s neither, let’s go on a whim.

And as my wish went higher and higher,

my body sank and I grew quite tired.

I fell into a world of darker dreams,

and filled the land with lost memories.

I can’t tell you what all this means,

no matter how crazy everything may seem.

So many things that’ll happen in time,

but all these dreams and memories are mine.

I can’t be the one to end this calamity

while the world burns in chaotic insanity.

And though this thought began as a wish

that I once tried to catch and kiss,

the dreams are alive, and as real as ever,

as I wrap those dreams around a tether.

I fear I’ve lost the concept of what is real,

but who’s to understand how I might just feel?

This is why I’ve pushed myself away,

from everyone I ever loved, to this very day.

So the wish I’d caught above my head,

would very much be my only friend.

And as my dreams come to their end,

I’ve only the memories of what was once then.