I crashed my magic broom
into a glowing paper moon,
where sparkling streams flowed
as white as a winter snow,
and where spring flowers bloomed
all the colors of the rainbow.
There were marshmallow treetops
aside these mushroom-like lollipops
that I thought I could harmlessly eat—
but then I was suddenly lifted from my feet,
and brought toward the cosmic sea
of pleasantly dreamy dreams.
I hovered carelessly through the sky,
as I could not believe my very own eyes.
I looked around at all that I saw,
and wondered—could these be my thoughts?
Perhaps it was a mental breakdown,
which would explain the purple clouds.
Or perhaps it was merely a dream
of a once-loved but now lost memory.
Then the clouds turned into hot air balloons,
which made me think I was in a cartoon.
I’m not sure how I ended up there,
or why I came to a pair of floating stairs.
The two stairs went two different ways—
one was of tomorrow, and the other of yesterday.
Where I stood then was where today lay,
but when I reached it, I was much too late.
I’d already gone up the wrong set of stairs,
to where I met some cotton candy gummy bears.