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.