Pinch Me!

Sitting on a throne,
Made of marble stone.
In a white gleaming room,
Humongous and without a roof.
Is this some sort of dream,
Somebody...pinch me!

Wearing jewellery and a gown,
For entertainment; jokers and a clown.
Young ballerinas and men dancing in silver boots,
Birds singing a tune and sheep jumping through hoops.
This is too hard to believe,
Somebody..pinch me!

Lifting my head up high,
I see winged-creatures fly by.
But my right-hand man denies,
He says he sees gold in the sky.
And the magician claims he sees white bunnies,
The cook claims she sees apples dipped in honey.
Too peculiar to perceive,
Somebody...pinch me!

So instead I pinch my hand,
I feel pain and understand.
I'm in no form of sleep,
I'm not having one of them dreams.
I just change the way things are,
Imagining may be bizarre.
But you see, dreaming is no fun,
You wake up to see it's gone.
Pretend and allow your eyes to see,
Something other than reality.

~Eman A.Q