I slept so many
horses, they freightened
me – they threatened
to run away.

I woke up so many
flies, the horses, they heightened
their moon – they bashed
all my pitiful illusions.

I flew so many
seagulls, they divided
my thoughts – they smashed
me into pitiful pieces.

So, once again I visited
Mr Freud, he hasn’t got a clue,
but it really doesn’t matter
when I don’t know what to do.