Jellyfish in the Sky

I dreamt last night, I'm not sure why,
About pink jellyfish in the sky.
They'd shine and fade as they passed me by,
These mysterious jellyfish that could fly.

The sky was dark as the deepest sea,
The night tides had shifted for me.
Down was up and up was free,
Above me was the most magical quay.

Take me to a time when jellyfish roamed,
To a time when dreams were my home.
Like Aphrodite rising from foam,
Carry me to that virtuous zone.

Alas, the sky is stuck in one place,
Everyday I wake up to the same tired face.
I fear and I ponder, am I a disgrace?
In this world without jellyfish all over the place.

No, in this world, there are only stars in the sky,
There are gloomy figures that pass me with a sigh.
Men on the platform, waiting to die,
They think about it when the train passes by.

They think about what lies beyond this doom,
Of mundanity, hatred, and car exhaust fumes.
They imagine that going back into the womb,
Is like spending eternity with jellyfish in a room.

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