Dalí’s Melting Clocks

Dalí's clocks are melting down the wall Time no longer flows straight at all Magritte's apples floating in the air Gravity doesn't function anywhere You and I are in dream logic's call Jumping from point A to Z, breaking protocol Cause-effect no longer valid here at all My subconscious is giving you a curtain call Flowing like automatic writing, free Without thinking, without censoring me Like Frida's twin selves we both agree Two realities existing simultaneously In my surrealist dream state No logic, no physics, no rules to dictate You're walking on an elephant, ornate I'm eating clouds, they taste great In my surrealist dream state Everything's possible, nothing's too late Sky is green, grass is blue innate But this is our truest state Dancing with you in my subconscious space Free from reality's embrace Like Magritte's pipes on display: "This is not a love" they say But it's nothing else but love anyway Paradox, contradiction, surreal ballet Thin like Dalí's elephant legs that sway Absurd but present, here to stay Impossible but real in every way That's surrealism's DNA Bridge: Subconscious manifesto I convey: Rationality=prison where we decay Logic=chains that make us obey Dream=freedom, come what may I'm not lying on Freud's couch today I'm flying in my dream's airway No need for your interpretation or say Living it is enough, okay? FINAL CHORUS: In my surrealist dream state (Dalí, Magritte, Frida, me, first-rate) No logic, no physics, no rules to dictate (Melting clocks, floating apples, twin selves that relate) You're walking on an elephant, ornate (Possible, because it's my dream's landscape) I'm eating clouds, they taste great In my surrealist dream state Everything's possible, I create Contradiction is beautiful, first-rate Paradox is real, I state Subconscious is liberated This is my truest form, innate Surreal, absurd, perfect fate