Doctor, Doctor

Can't somebody help me
Helplessly, I watch
As my cries die out
In wobbly, crazy shapes
Above my head.
And in the final moments
I am still amused
By the stained hysteria
and the strange purple-reds
Delicate and quivering
A bubble floats back
From tomorrow
I wish I had known in time
To do something
The sandman, dissolves in the rain
and slowly disintegrating
becomes one with the beach
His grandiose technicolour dreams
And his foolish pride and ambitions
evaporates, like water, noone sees