Over all the miles, Walking through all the pain that life can bring to bear
He never complains, he just moves on swiftly , his dreams, they stay intact,
Many are there that conjured to change his mind, painted him a picture of a wintry world
Death, Betrayal, Substance, Confusion are all names in the same
Orchestrated by the Dark One, they spin their webs to tear away a soul
Undeterred by these things, the dreamer marches on, Fights the good fight without fail
He leaves a trail of broken memories and tears in his wake as he moves along
Yet he dreams new dreams to replace the ones that die in the sands of time
Somewhere in this world, one touched by the hand of God, created just for him
Someone to wipe his dusty brow, and quiet his ageless beating heart
Yet the dreamer knows he must not desire such things too strongly
He must walk the endless path to his destination, completing his life work
When He who made him is satisfied the dreamer has carried himself
Then the fruit of the path will show as such, Nothing before, nor after
These riddles the dreamer keeps locked away inside
He's been dreaming for several days, awake upon the path
May tomorrow he open up his eyes, and breath in the here and now
The past and future are perilous, if not living in the present
The dreamer's heart goes easy now, slows down a thump or two
He's found peace of mind inside his soul, May others find it as well
He steps out of his clouded dream, thrusting himself into the world built anew
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