She was an unexpected
Lucid dream
That I believed
Was as real
As the love

It was so real,
Until she woke me up
In a hurtful way

Those raining tears
Wouldn't wear off the beauty
Inside your soul

To build a new life
We must survive
The storm coming

On a train
Through the window
You, waving

The stars were quiet,
the moon was lonely, and
so was I.

But loneliness kept dragging me
back to the shore, hoping
that someone would ever find
the pieces of me buried under
the sand, crushed into crumbles
by the tide of failure over
and over.

You know,
sometimes it's better not
to be found when you know
it would get you lost even more.