Warm blankets
Cold thoughts
So many dreams
And so few that I caught
The lie that I lived
And the truth that I missed
The waves that drowned
And the sands that dryed
A plan that wasn't followed
A world that was different
The mind that was tricked
To think through
The perceptions that fell
And the paths that rose
The erroneous conceptions
And the destroyed fictions
The new world isn't
What I thought it would be
The cross on my map
Wasn't what it should be
After all I am lost
With no treasure on my chest
Witless, that quest,
That never was and never will be.