Wide awake, my eyes like stars that gleam,
I set forth to roam the vast wastelands,
Through echoes of a world that once did dream,
Still holding beauty, though cast by shadows.
I crave a soul to share this journey, to end my solitude,
To share my insatiable hunger for the unknown, hopes high.
Yet none appear as I wander through the wild,
I long for it with a yearning heart, a silent swell.
Before the curtain of night begins to fall,
I seek a place where whispers of a forgotten world dwell,
An utopia, too good to be true, an elusive dream;
Pinch me, am I daydreaming, or is this my own sky?
I set forth to roam the vast wastelands,
Through echoes of a world that once did dream,
Still holding beauty, though cast by shadows.
I crave a soul to share this journey, to end my solitude,
To share my insatiable hunger for the unknown, hopes high.
Yet none appear as I wander through the wild,
I long for it with a yearning heart, a silent swell.
Before the curtain of night begins to fall,
I seek a place where whispers of a forgotten world dwell,
An utopia, too good to be true, an elusive dream;
Pinch me, am I daydreaming, or is this my own sky?