i’ve walked, i’ve ran, i’ve crawled
through this long and winding road,
believing that i am not alone,
i have company, i am not alone…

a cruel yet masterful mirage it was,
like a truly realistic hologram
destined to blind me away from reality,
made to lead me away subtly…

i’ve been living in that dream,
and what a dream it was.
it felt so real, it felt so real,
it’s almost so that it now seems surreal.

and now i’m blatantly taken out of my stupor,
time to wake up, it’s just a dream.
violently torn apart despite the stubborn clinging,
taken away from that incessant dreaming.

and suddenly everything’s just a blur,
a figment of the imagination conjured
by the longing caused by a battered heart,
oh, curse that battered and wounded heart.

and so i continue to walk, and run, and crawl,
and i wonder how much more til i drop
and i wonder how much longer til i can stop
and give up and just fall apart into nothingness.

i’m still going through the long and winding road,
through the mess discarded from the cruel dream,
to realize i’ve always been alone…
there was no one with me, i’ve always been alone.

yes, i’ve always been alone.

the vigils i’ve kept by your door
may only be silent prayers
to keep you here, make you stay here.
for you never know
and most probably i don’t too,
and nobody really does anyway
because the weavings of fate are complex
that prediction would prove useless.
and grasping your presence
likens to holding water in one’s hand,
it’s all pretty logical, realistic,
but still i refuse to believe.
because you see, i’ve become a dreamer,
one that i had scorned not too long ago,
hoping against hope my prayers be heard
when the air around me keeps screaming “no!”…
but i don’t know, i don’t know…
and you and anybody can’t really say
if my silent pleadings make their way to you,
if illogically, unrealistically you will stay.

the darkness blankets the air
and all i catch is a snippet of you
and somehow, for silly ole me,
that is quite enough, that is quite enough.