Dream Sequence

I see zombies everywhere,
From every window and door they appear,
I realise I must fight,
To get out of here.

On a motorcycle now,
with a person I know too well,
I drive from the back seat,
Much too balanced to be real.

We stop,
I say "we must keep going"
She replies "Just one more moment"
I try to leave,"
Someone has replaced my tires with boots.