You Are Lost
In a distant sky under a strange, unknown sun, a quiet girl pointed the way
I followed her through the diverging paths whence I'd lost myself that day
In the shimmering haze we were made to dance on a nostalgic hill
From there I saw the abandoned field where the nameless ones had lost their will
Somewhere, a wise man gathers up all the pages of days cast-off,
The man graciously fans up a flame as it eats through the paper
At the same time celebrating the empty ones standing in the field
From where the quiet girl watched the future unfold,
Pursuing the wind that flowed incessantly in my dreams,
Petals danced by from the flower which beheld such joy I had never known