Zhuangzi's Dream
Linnea Siggelkow
Read about Zhuangzi's dream and rolled my eyes
Somehow I convinced myself that I was wise
So wrap me up in a cocoon of my bedsheets
And leave me to wonder
Leave me to wonder
Is it stained blood?
Or is it stained wine?
And what would be better?
Cuz I've been blind before
I'm not blind anymore
And I can't go back there
So I eat my words
I choke them down
And puke them up
And spit them out
What was I trying to prove to you?
A sense of my own failure
Denial of the truth
Had a dream that I was a butterfly