“Jill of Jabberwocky”

Last night I had the strangest dream
Whilst it is difficult to describe
I think I was a chieftain from a native American tribe
Well I can’t be at all certain remember this was only a dream
Where probable is possible and nothing is as it does seem
There I was on top of a mountain sitting on a golden throne
above hundreds of painted warriors, the likes that I have never known
Would you Adam and Eve it!
All of them were looking up at me and chanting out my name
“Jill of Jabberwocky” with joyfulness and exclaim

I didn’t know how to react
What was I supposed to do ?
I had never been in the spotlight before so I hadn’t got a clue
But I rose from my chariot and held my arms up to the sky
Then I stomped my moccasin boots
And alas I began to cry
Huh I felt so utterly humiliated 
I was supposed to be a great mighty chief
Tears were rolling down my painted cheeks as they looked up in disbelief
Then I woke up in such a started state lying in my bed
Trying my utmost to make out any sense of this chimera in my head

Why an earth I had dreamt of indians well I will never ever know
But the way I bawled amidst my limelight with my worshippers below
That made complete and utter sense to me coz even if it had been real
If I was shoved in the spotlight that’s exactly how I would feel
I wouldn’t want to be a chieftain
Ruler of a land 
With tribesman and Indian apaches at my call and command
Infact I never will be a leader with people following me
I am but a face in amidst a crowd 
Automonous and free