An apocalyptic dream,
With the world as a potato field,
Under an Armageddon sky.
Day and night.
Dark and light.
And like dreams, life eventually ends,
So there's nothing to worry about because,
The worries of the world are as countless as potatoes,
But none of this matters anyway,
If they're all going to die.
And all the pain in the world can't equal,
The profundity of a single dream.