I found myself in a market place where mild intensions were bought,

Across the way a butcher stood selling rose’s heads with bloody knives and forks,

There was a scare crow singing endlessly,

Songs of time and law,

And scientists in over coats investigating the cracks in the walls,

I knew there was something to learn here though I couldn’t figure out what,

So I grabbed my ticket for the coach and on the coach I got,

My phone was ringing endlessly,

Jesus Christ was on the line,

He said if you wanna talk equality you better call me back when you die,

Although strange as it was I guess I did never question why,

I just put my phone beside me and waved the market good bye,

I wound up in a circus,

Expressed I had no tricks,

The ringmaster he just shook me and said

‘Hey man, get a grip’

He handed me a tailcoat, top hat and a whip,

He said ‘releases the lions’

That hit me, like a boat to an iceberg tip,

The lion came out and spoke, he said

‘Hey man don’t you know? I’m not gonna eat ya its just part of the show’

I looked down to my wristwatch,

The hands said quarter to nine,

I said ‘I’m sorry friends I gotta run maybe some other time’

So I escaped the market place and the circus, what a drag!

When an Elephant politely asked if I knew the way to France,

I told him id been their once before although it was a very long time back,

Though I would offer a rough direction if only he had a map,

So into his pocket he went,

Pulled a compass that pointed south,

I said ‘Is this some kinda joke?’

And he said ‘watch your mouth!’

I could see things were heating up and he would never find his way,

So I cut my loss and left him lost then went about my day,

It was in the forest my story ends,

The tree whispered in the breeze,

I heard them speak about life and dream reality,

I asked them is this real life or is reality a dream,

To which they replied ‘Sit down son, come tell us what you’ve seen’