A bullet or a rocking chair

I have a bullet or a rocking chair

A young skeleton or a fairy crown

Which one do I stick around for?

One is imaginary:

The other is a dumbing down…

What is reality and where can it be found.

 

A star ship travels far from where it started from

Or was it a saucer sent on its way in vengeance-

For my loose cruel tongue!

Whichever I chose neither one will spin on for long.

 

I also have a cat he wants to be an owl

He sits all night in a sycamore tree

Hoping to Helicopter down on the dormouse

Who he delegates and believes might just be me.

 

I have a bullet or a rocking chair you see

Sometimes I dream off…

Pulling that trigger or just sitting there in the dark

I catnap dreaming, I am an old owl…

Flying to those afar away places, places from me.

In the moonlight there’s a dish of warm milk

But it’s bloody on the floor and cold…

 

Oh life is an ancient cartouche

Of all that’s gone, long before…

Whichever I chose neither one will spin on for long.

So I’ll just guess I’ll join the fairies on the rocking chair…

Or else you can execute me for being a bore

That’s if you dare against the wall.

 

You can drag my sarcophagus till you too

Die of heart ache and bronchitis

Cause I still have my decision to be made

Do I choose a bullet or a rocking chair?

And who the hell are you to say you care

If you love me honey you must be just a fool

Or else all fur coat and no knickers.

but I guess that's what makes this old owl hoot

till it's so old it goes deaf and mute

and just mouths I love you and the fairies too.