The pond water is disturbed;
a hand makes gentle ripples
in the green tinted glass
and the girl leaned further in the grass

She sees her hand dissapear
in the water's bottom, near
some kind of new world
and she pulls out her arm

Out of sight, she jumps in
finds herself inside a field
and she reaches in the flowers
feeling stems so thin

There's no way to go back
there's no way it was real
not the things she had seen
not the things she could feel

But much like the dream,
she fell in the soil
woke up in the mud
her world had been foiled

And this was the first time
someone human realized
that this was real,
that time could only steal

So she never came back
to the old forest pond
and the hand that found a world
was less than fond

This was the first time
I realized something new
that reality isn't made up,
but everything we knew