Distant Dreamer

So deeply touched by the fallen wind
That my desires will never flow
My poor soul entwined in agony
Bleak solitude in this weary world

As lone as the echoes of the stars
In the era of the end,
The gargantuan dark
As withered as the flower of frost
In cold wintry morning,
Touched by the dark

To live amongst your kind
To find a purpose
But what if none is found?
To die alone after long years?
To slide into oblivion?
Is that for us all?

What can a lonely man do in this cruel cold world
In the end, when weakness is stronger than will?
Is there a way out of this eternal frozen hell?
A bliss among nightmares for me with someone to share?

I dare to dream