Mirage

Footsteps cross the school yard Holding hands with a mirage You don't listen You do not exist Mute of all suggestion The broken doll in question Through shattered mirror Empty caravel You mirage, mirage That sings to me Or maybe stopped hearing You do not exist Two tracks through the desert Sad eyes, little puppet You don't listen You do not exist Happy not to notice The room, the traps, the focus Where you cannot see Reflections from within You mirage, mirage That sings to me Or maybe stopped hearing You do not exist