Centres: an argument

I almost had a falling out with reality, tis called an argument,

But takes on shapes of strange dreams, and this be my own Argument, ‘gainst reality, begins with me saying, let me pursue my Own dream, to Plotinus, lying his couch, psychoanalysing me,

He told me how ise meant to be happy, I said, my happiness is g,

He said she’s a phantasy, and I agree, shes real Beauty, he said a Phantasm’s not real, I said what textbook said that, he said, your Head, I said, yes I dream, I said love grows on trees, he said tis Hell, I want you to be happy instead, I said, well stop Psychoanalysing me, I said everyone’s busy, but not with Their own dream, he said you’re mad, they agree, I said, hell yes, Since I met g, all seems mad to me why are you psychoanalysing Me, he grinned and said, it makes me happy, you see, I said, well You be you, I’ll be me, I said my happiness is g, he said, according To me, tis an illusion of happy, according to this textbook here, She’s not a qualified reality, I said, whys reality so special, i Want phantasy, he said gravity will disappear, the whole world Will come apart, and what will become of humanity? I said I Care not, I’ve waited for forever, for g, thru dreams I’ll pursue her Thru Love herself, thru endless realms, I’ll pursue, g, my dream