A Bullet Or A Rocking Chair

I have a bullet or a rocking chair A young skeleton or a fairy crown Which one do I stick around for? One is imaginary: The other is a dumbing down What is reality and where can it be found. A starship travels far from where it started from Or was it a saucer sent on its way in vengeance- For my loose cruel tongue Whichever I chose neither one will spin on for long. I also have a cat he wants to be an owl He sits all night in a sycamore tree Hoping to Helicopter down on the dormouse Who he delegates and beliefs might just be me. I have a bullet or a rocking chair you see Sometimes I dream of Pulling that trigger or just sitting there in the dark I catnap dreaming, I am an old owl Flying to those far away places, places for me. In the moonlight, there's a dish of warm milk But it's bloody on the floor and cold Oh, life is an ancient cartouche Of all, that's gone, long before Whichever I chose neither one will spin on for long. So I'll just guess I'll join the fairies on the rocking chair Or else you can execute me for being a bore That's if you are willing to pin me against the wall. You can drag my sarcophagus till you too Die of heartache and bronchitis Cause I still have my decision to be made Do I choose a bullet or a rocking chair? And who the hell are you to say you care If you love me, honey, you must be just a fool Or else all fur coat and no knickers. But I guess that's what makes this old owl hoot Till it's so old it goes deaf and mute And just mouths I love you and the fairies too.