The Art Of Perspective

As I look into the motionless sea with its boat propped
on the sour but sweet and fragrant sea.
My clothes are wet my shoes are gone sinking deeper
without me.
I do not panic I just lay still enjoying the moment as
it lasts the men aboard the ship take sail and suddenly
I'm in a living NIGHTMARE as they head towards me
unaware Im even there I close my eyes and scream
suddenly everything is gone.
I sit up and look about only to find it was all a dream
And there before me perched on the wall Is the very
same painting of the boat and the sea.

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