Dream Kitchen

The chef stands in the kitchen, his body a blur

He moves about in a dreamlike manner, unsure

Of where he is or what he's doing there

The pots and pans all melting into the air

He reaches for a knife, but it turns into smoke

As he tries to chop the vegetables, they all begin to choke

He looks down at his hands, but they're not his own

They're long and bony, covered in a strange, unknown stone

He hears a voice, a whisper in his ear

It tells him to keep cooking, to have no fear

But as he tries to follow its command

He finds himself falling, tumbling through a vast, empty land

He lands with a thud, on a floor made of clouds

As he looks around, he sees a horde

Of faceless people, all dressed in white

They circle around him, an otherworldly sight

He tries to speak, but no words come out

He's trapped in this strange world, there's no way out

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath

As he tries to make sense of this bizarre, unexpected death

When he opens them again, he's back in the kitchen

The pots and pans solid, the vegetables glisten

He looks down at his hands, they're his own once more

And he realises it was all just a hallucinatory tour

He shakes his head and gets back to work

Determined to ignore the strange quirk

That had taken hold of his mind and soul

And he cooks on, his love for food taking its toll.