Last night I had a dream that pulled me from my bed

But by the time my eyes were open,

I had forgotten it

So it slunk to my unconscious, as I floated through my day

The clock moving at half time

And my brain barely hearing what they say

Then for little reason other than halted activity

The ashy fog came pouring out,

And I once again could see

All around, people stood, and chatter teased itself apart

Someone’s never moussed his hair

And Kat can’t wait wait for colorguard to start

It wasn’t a dramatic thing with trumpets playing in the back

Just a dose of well placed attention that filled some stubborn cracks

I sat by a boy whose name I’d never known

He’s got blond hair and a jersey

His pencil case is hand sewn

Last night I had a dream that pulled me from my bed

But up  until now, it was missing from my head

A man sang of oranges in still life bowls

His voice was weak and cracking

Like shoes old leather soles

He had known a blue eyed girl with a smile like the sea

But they said she was just a spoiled girl, and far too wealthy

I thought he was too sporty

But turns out his name’s Craig, and we have the same favorite tree

Why do they tell us to self focus like we switched spots with the sun?

Whoever thought that must have forgotten what its like to be young

You’ll end up broken down to pieces, the only one who’s wrong

Until you look passed you reflection

And see they had a story all along

Last night I had a dream that pulled me from my bed

About the eyes of the people, and the way that we are read

What would happen if we looked up, and weren’t too boxed in to see?

If we gave a bit of our time

Perhaps we wouldn’t all be so lonely