These thoughts float into my head.
I gasp for a small breath.
but even time feels colder now.
Am I suppose to be real?
I'm contemplating these mysteries.
When my dreams feel more real than my day.
My words seem to be disappearing.
How I long to know once again.
Practicing my smile.
In this mirror I see myself,
Could I be more of a dream?
so obscure it feels.
I gasp for a small breath.
but even time feels colder now.
Am I suppose to be real?
I'm contemplating these mysteries.
When my dreams feel more real than my day.
My words seem to be disappearing.
How I long to know once again.
Practicing my smile.
In this mirror I see myself,
Could I be more of a dream?
so obscure it feels.
