The Solitaire

"The terrible fear of not finding what is in your stargazing. The dread of showing who you really are
inside, being aware of all your grey living within yourself. Does the little space between sleep and
awakening, where you can still remember dreaming really exist? The doubt of it all makes you a
'solitaire'. But one day you will find you are not alone and that you never will be."

Backwards, I'm covering miles along
A war I'm battling alone
Against waves during a storm.

Against golden oceans of grain
Between the blueballs and the sand
I'm arid and backhand.

I feel impurest empty
Forlorn, sharpened tempty
Samaritan where I belong
-I have been crowned grey inside.

This Night is neverending
Pitch black, hell descending
Gathering into the abyss
-I am the enslaved solitaire.

Midnight, the candle sputters slow
Illuminates my sins and sakes
As the winter leaves its wakes.

Starwards, back to back with
My unconcious fear to face the truth
But tonight I'll come for you.

At first glance I'll belong to you
At second hand you will taste my irrelevance
At last you will feel my solitude
And you will walk away...

I feel impurest empty
Forlorn, sharpened tempty
Samaritan where I belong
-I have been crowned grey inside.

This Night is neverending
Pitch black, hell descending
Gathering into the abyss
-I am the enslaved solitaire.

The third is the sympathetic age
And then you will finally have fear
At last you will feel my solitude
And it will be too late.