dreamer's realm If once I've tried, I've a million times fried In this chair of my design... For I open my heart To a sight of light In hopes of a dream come true. But instead I'm pricked By the shadows trick For the light in my sight Towards which I ran Was the light of a train Before it ran me down And the view of my heart Which I'd opened just past Was now nothing more Than a stain on the track And the view of my past As it flew by my eyes Showed my slow and painful demise And the hopes and the dreams I'd so long wished were true Became one with the track, Heart's Blood the glue. So today I stand Asking how it can be That I'll live to the age of 103. For the pain of failure has long since gone, And all that's left is knowing what comes, Which is sad 'cuz I've seen what's come in the past When I've wanted just one thing to last... Which may stretch to eternity And bring to me serenity Though that's only if it's ever found And I've listened years but not heard a sound Or, at least, the sounds I've heard Like footsteps gliding on the wind Were echos of a dreamer's realm Where always has my heart been pinned. For in this realm inside my head I spoke the things I would have said Which would have meant a whole lot more If I saw or heard while I did soar Another face or a whispered breath To tie to what I've wanted most As I dripped my blood upon the coast And face the fear that faces me That my dreams are what I'll never see...