Mirrors on the Ceiling.

Maybe I'm just thoughtless,
hopefully immature,
I play life as a game,
and this game is my cure.

If nothing matters,
and I'm some youth in a dream,
then what could I ruin?
If this is not what it seems....

All the people I've disappointed,
and the family I let down,
none of it's real....
That idea keeps me sound.

With any luck, I can wake.
Wake up from this dream,
I'll be just a child,
none of this as it seems....