Beautiful statues

All Dancing in a circle

Throwing their limbs

Tossing their hair

No leader

No instructor

Must be a dream

No way they can be real

Or maybe it is I

Laying here in the middle

Staring up

In a drunken stupor

Who is not real

Maybe I am their dream

Maybe I am real for the first time

This lifetime

Maybe letting go

Was really what I needed

Cuz boi did I let go

Now I need a shower

Build up my power

See if I can locate

Those lost seven hours