Eating Dinner With Your Idols

I heard the white grains on the beaches of Dover were something to behold

I found them loft and tiring

A day wasted sullies the taste of soul

And so I heard that Kafka's words would invigorate my life

The battered pages filled with splattered ink

Had added their stains to my strife

From this point I was restless, but it had been said that Dali's art

Diminishes the once instilled reality

That laid waste to my heart

But I went a gazed into the melting clock

And saw the tortured warping glass

The nullified reaction had momentarily passed

I sat down on the couch with hands beneath a heavy head

I mustered through my slumber 

And stumbled into bed

It seems the search for purpose had taken me for miles

But staying laid in bed with you

Evoked the perfect smile