Lucid dreams are not the bliss
They’re popularly cracked up to be
They say the dreamer of such a dream
Says I know it’s a dream I will dream on

I dreamed I was back in Jacksonville
Walking across the Mathews Bridge
Which is restricted to vehicular traffic
And thus prohibited to pedestrian me

And just as you would expect
The bridge kept rising and refused to crest
So slow and laborious was my ascent
And I continued walking and making no progress

And since I knew I was dreaming
I knew I could take flight at any time
Escaping the bare metal superstructure
But still my heavy feet trod the endless span

And so I carried my sinful ennui
Even into the morphean refuge
Even there I brought my defeat
Never to cross the broad St. Johns