Through The Eyes Of A Surrealist - Andy Winter, Lars A. Nedland

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