Footsteps cross the schoolyard

Holding hands with a mirage

You don't listen

You do not exist

Image of a suggestion

The broken ball in question

Through shattered mirror

Enter caravan

New mirage mirage

It seems to me

Or maybe stop feeling

You do not exist

Train tracks through the desert

Sad eyes little puppet

You don't listen

You do not exist

Happy not to notice

The room retracts the focus

Where you cannot see

Reflections from within

New mirage mirage

It seems to me

Or maybe stop seeing

You do not exist

Or maybe stop feeling

Holding hands with a mirage

Holding hands with a mirage

Holding hands with a mirage

Holding hands with a mirage

Holding hands with a mirage

Holding hands with a mirage

Holding hands with a mirage