Into The Abstract

Wanderer of Stars

I wander the stars in my dream,

In my dream,

I dance with a black figure with a white glove,

A hundred years pass,

I'm still young, and still dancing,

I ask the figure his name,

We stop dancing,

He faces me,

And I look at him,

In the blackness of his being,

I see a little boy playing on a swing,

Laughing joy flows through me,

Then it stops,

And a woman's voice calls the boy's name,

She calls him to dinner,

Sadness and depression flow through me,

Just like the joy did,

But the feeling stopped,

The vision stopped,

I look at the figure again,

I see the boy,

But as a man,

I say his name,

He looks at me with a small smile,

And then he turns to stardust,

And blows away across the universe,

I start to fall,

And I'm about to hit the ground of a planet,

And just before I hit the ground,

I turn to dust,

And float across the universe,

Just like the man did.