Lost

Coffee’s cold on the table,
A little girl with voice so soft
Is tabbing in my head to a song
And I’m just singing along

Looking out the window
It’s too far to the stars
On my reflection I can see a scar
Thinking of something to write
But I’m blinded by a sweet light
It’s a beautiful sight, in the dark night.

I’m having a dream tonight
I’m on a field so green
And there’s a lake with a figurine
But when I wake up I scream
The beauty queen by the lake
She’s nothing but a lifeless fake
And she isn’t there when I wake