Time Machine or Dreamin'

Plush red velvet seat, and a spinning wheel;
I came across it one fine day after my evening meal.
To this day I wonder, if it indeed was real.
Time machine or dreamin’, I’m not sure how I feel.

Walked into the woods, where crows abide with caw;
Among the mighty sycamores the time machine I saw.
I knew it shouldn’t be there, it went against all law.
Time machine or dreamin’, my nerves were pretty raw!

(Hum, O now I hear the hum, even now
as the weeks have passed, and my thoughts amass,
hum, it plays inside my brain, over again,
hum, that spinning hum, the wheel is spinning around
and it’s shaking the ground, I hear the hum hum
hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum.)

Sat in the machine, hands were cold and white;
suddenly all the daylight fled and I was in last night.
I looked at my wristwatch, knew it wasn’t right.
Time Machine or dreamin’, it gave me such a fright.

So I walked on home, on the night before;
my wife was furious with me when I walked through the door.
I slept on the sofa, since she was so sore.
Time machine or dreamin’ (it should not be there...)
Time machine or dreamin; (O boy did she swear...)
Time machine or dreamin’, in time forevermore!


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Writer’s Cramp
June 1, 2013