If I stare long enough, I’ll find myself
within this pool of dreams.
I know I’ll see the truth
in its reflection.

An image of myself
that swirls in front of me.
It’s not quite clear enough
I’ll guess the rest.

The longer that I stare into
the pool of swirling dreams,
the longer I will miss the world above.
It offers hope, beauty.
It promises me love
in a form that I will never feel or touch.

And the longer that I stare into
the pool of swirling dreams,
the more I see it’s truth and not myself.
For all the love and beauty
that it seems to offer me,
it breeds just poor reflections of the world.