Is there a rabbit hatching an egg on the magic roundabout
Is this a dream or wake on view, in viewing post, review
Today I sat, deep in the land of thought, lamenting
Sleep came and went before the midnight hour hit clock
Still I had a journey, long in the land of silence to contend with
I brought out my thinking cup, boiling to the brim, near overflow
The clocks found their voices to whisper outrageous loud
Yelling away in synchronicity, with the second's finger
So that got me up, in the land of insomnia
Hours before the new day was born to morning light
Like a father in anticipation, pacing up and down
The corridors of time and life in expectation
Looking deep into walls, to be privileged with ponder
First sights into rooms and what comes after
Would the rabbit hatch an egg, wearing a pink tutu
Would the mermaid, stand on catwalks in a beauty contest
Oh what is to come, when the clock hits the hour
And Grayson Perry got all dressed ready in waiting
For t' second coming of Alan Measles worshiping a teddy bear
What comes after, when the clock hits the hour
