The Dream

Last night I had a dream of you
You were lost and alone and didn't know what to do
I was an outer-body entity that observed you
I couldn't tell what was wrong but you were searching that much is true
At each turn I asked exactly what did you lose
It seemed important like it was usually stuck to you like glue
You were unresponsive and my curiosity just grew
Was it important or just something you could abuse
Could it possibly have been a book thats overdue
No, no you had a more frightened look about you

You were scared now its clear to see
That it wasn't something you'd find stuck in a tree
The items lost were your heart and personality
So its no wonder why I saw you searching aimlessly
I tried to get closer but there was a limit on my proximity
Sorry you lost something that seemed so amazing
If I could have gotten closer I would have asked you your story
Then you stopped and looked in my direction, I was amazed at what I didn't see
Because this whole time it wasn't you, I was looking at a mirror image of me