Lost once again, I look at myself,
Yet what I look for I cannot see.
In the distance, I see some form of comfort
But too early are these dreams,
Blurry as the first day I dreamt them.
Looking once again I see the struggle,
Listening I hear the cries,
Dreaming I feel the pain,
But trapped in the moment I realize the dream.
How strangely the winds seem to pass me by,
With every drifting wave lasting a second longer.
And above me the clouds ponder in the sky,
As below I stand staring at my dream.
Lost I could not be, for I saw myself,
Yet no shadow stood before me, no reflection,
No form of rescue, only the full moon.
Whispers kept telling me dream,
Dream and remember it is only a dream.