On the museum wall, the famous artist printed our pain

Warped, I woke up from a dream into another dream

Is it a dream? Grandma said do not get lost in dreams girl!

My 4th-grade teacher said don’t dream too much

My high school teacher said you can be whatever you dream of.

Like a mirror turned outside down, I still feel shackles from the hazed images in my head

There is no outside or inside now, it took the record in my head to stop spinning

The day progress had me accepting the look in my hands, tight together

The burping horror, despair widen their pupils.

If God is change, is this you?