Dreams by Faye Wong

 

Sometimes misery can present itself as an opportunity or a means to be happy.

With that being said, one Friday afternoon I went inside a house--

Dimly lit with soggy clothes hanging off the walls, 

I tried to see if someone lived in there.

Although the room looked dead,

I saw an aquarium filled with fishes swimming and wriggling in their 

plastic plants, plastic stones and plastic wallpaper home.

They were evidently happy,

 and so I drove a plane inside just to disrupt their little tea party 

of happiness.

But my plan didn't work because they were still dancing to the music in the stereo that I chanced upon seeing.

And so I drove the plane all the way down and crashed it in the ocean,

No matter what I do they won't stop being happy.

All the grin and the guile left me when I heard the door open-

While the all of them kept wringing and prancing to the music

"ALL THE LEAVES ARE BROWN

AND THE SKY IS GRAY"