Lucid thoughts provoked my imagination awake That morning, the bitter coffee singed my tongue She wasn't there any more In my dreams wandering my wasteland mind I found comfort in her But now it escaped me Knowing I'd have to live the day longing for her company Maybe if I fell asleep again or daydreamed a little or held onto that hope a little longer I'd wake up & get lost in her eyes & not my mind For once I'd like to be surprised By my own meandering, magnetic pull My will