Your mind is like a fading dream.

It can't hold one thought for long before becoming lost.

Everything isn't what it seems.

You do remember one dream that hadn't cost.

This one is as clear as day.

It's possibly the unfamiliar glare boring into you until you turned.

You are forced to stay.

You know what you have learned.

The arrival of company is only above.

You're deserted in a far away parking lot.

All around is a forest that has you shoved.

As you wait for an adult to drive you home your patience is shot.

Being deserted here you parked crooked at the base of a hill.

Only two small houses are planted on top like a look out, a sight for sore eyes, as people occasionally come out in the wait and your thoughts become foggy with the atmosphere that suddenly spills.