The sand sweeps through me
While weary priers with drier eyes believe they can do the same
But there is illusion riddled before them, bred in my skin
And though I have this advantage, I tremble in the cold
But not out of fear
Because here, I am alone
I know not what I feel towards these wanderers who live among the ice
Lost souls taken by the dastardly chill of this gray slushed snow and whelming vice
Cold to the bone, they seek no more substance than they already possess
Dressed for a blizzard, never seeking rest
They’ve been here so long, thinking this to be all the world for all the fight
They believe gray to be white and these dim stars to be light
So today, I begin the trudge through the sleet and the sludge
To find the foreign footprints, roaming far from what I’ve come to know
To prove what I have come to believe is the eve of time, winter surges through me to find
A lost and forgotten summer
Searching, seeking, though I know not for what
Something new for young eyes, new blood
Blood running thick for the pursuit, for the dream
For the truth, I wonder, could be more than just what I’ve seen
And as a blizzard rages on in my being and in the air
Deserts live among this world, so my mind dwells in the sand
I do not know whether I am lost
Or was simply born to travel far
I do not know if I am meant to mend
Or create something entirely different
Though I do know exactly where to go
Onward, towards the new horizon
Onward, towards the lightest snow