Deep in the Tall Grass ~ Philip Brent

What convoluted scenes we nightly do create
Within our dreams our world to contemplate
When we can learn how, cogitate this fluidly
We should then, finally, comprehend reality

Yet our mind clearly contains what we need
It has done its utmost to propagate this seed
We, dullards who cannot decipher this code
Cannot try too hard; my head might explode