There are storm clouds on my ceiling,
an ocean on my floor,
piranhas in my coffee cup,
and an octopus at the door.
I've got oysters in the attic
and in the basement, a whale.
A shark devoured the postman
as he delivered the mail.
My carpet's turned to seaweed.
There are barnacles on the wall.
I plummet down the steps,
riding on a waterfall.
I float out of the doorway.
The water ferries me along
Carry me, river, take me away
to a place where I belong. - Jeff Barnes
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