Inside I sit by myself,

Starting a conversation,

Whispering quiet like,

Hoping for inspiration,

Inside I die a little,

As the dye runs down the pad,

Watching as it soaks in,

Much like Lillie Pads on the pond,

All life drowns,

As I look down,

Seeing the many eyes floating around,

Staring back at my soul,

In desperation I start my flight,

In fear of my mind,

Then, my calming voice reminds me,

It is but a dream.