As quickly as my dreams appeared it vanished in the wind
I\'m sure it will come knocking again, I\'m just not sure I\'ll be in
The lights can be switched on but rarely am I home
Another day of wondering around in the shell I have become
All wealth may lay in my heart moving down this dusty path
Yet scraping shall remain as I hit half way through this game
Life can certainly be many dangerous threads untethered, I\'ll spend the rest of my days making plats in stormy weather
Knowing at the end nothing and all of it mattered.