Still Dreamland Bound

I left the image of myself
for just a little while,
and wandered through my playing cards
it seemed like for a mile.

Then it happened, to my dismay
the cards slipped from my hands,
and found myself trying to hear
for I was in distant lands.

I asked myself, "Has it come to this?
Am I completely lost?
How will I find my way back home?
And what will be the cost?"

There were madmen all around me
all clutching at my feet,
a lovely woman then approached
yet, we hadn't a chance to meet.

Forgotten were my sorrows
and gone were all my cares,
then all encountered divied up
and walked away in pairs.

The lovely woman took my hand
as we left the ballroom floor,
she took me to a room without
any windows, or a door.

As the ceiling ceased revolving
her hand did hold mine, not.
And had she told her name to me
I'd remember, and not forgot.

Then 'twas next that I awoke
and I yearned her name to scream,
but she'd shared not the knowledge
in this never ending dream.

Now in return, most every night
I paddle my canoe,
I search through every land I can
be them dream lands, or be them true.

So, searching is my demeanor
reality and dreams not so far apart,
I really must locate this woman
for she possesses yet, my heart.

For all of this has come to be
since the day I surely fell,
from a dream that left me wondering,
am I in love or "horny" as hell?

For I know not this woman's name
but, I'll never forget her face...
I'm now perpetually dreamland bound
searching for her from place to place.