Under The Covers

My sky is always clear in my surreal dreams,

It is only me, myself and I, in my made up reality.

Under the calming cover, so real it seems 

Surrounded in my warm blanket of security 

Nothing can hurt me, I am safe and protected,

Alone, I watch the television in my mind

The true word is gone and disconnected.

A world that is not selfishly run by the vile mankind

All I can see is the purple monkeys playing baseball

With the tremendous team of orange raccoons,

In the land of cards, that builds the red and black hall!

Under the pink stars and the 7 square moons.

On the black grass, kittens are jumping on the pink big frogs,

Like space hoppers, bouncing to the velvet sky

Dotted candy canes are so pretty as tree logs

Decorated with blue squared leaves, I wonder why.

The rumbling sea fairies, I can hear everywhere. 

As I look up the soft velvet sky full of gold planets

I can't stop asking myself, why Earth? Why there?

Unruly planet Earth was a mistake, I bet.

Under the cosy cover is the best place to be!