I would search a thousand mountains,
Walk through hell barefoot,
Endless suffering and torture; all for this faceless man I dream of.
Lifetimes that span a thousand years,
For the sake and touch of him.
For what the memory fails to show me in dream, I conjure up in day.
As the world moves forward, I am stuck in past.
Restless and needy for a man who doesn’t know it.
For a man who doesn’t exist.
But what am I,
A dreamer in the night, floating away from body, soul searching.
Or am I a ***** in the shadows, dark and moody.
The search has just begun.