• You are the dream that will never come true,
    the illusion in the mist.
    You are the clouds that block out the sun,
    the rain that never comes.
    You are the shadows of the trees,
    hiding the wolves of the forest.

    However, you are not the summer breeze,
    the clear, empty sky
    or the shiny smooth glass.
    You will never be the shiny smooth glass.

    What am I?

    I am the dreamer,
    the lost wanderer in the mist.
    I am the storm clouds that bring the rain,
    that you never brought.

    I will also never be the shadows of the trees,
    But, I am the wolf,
    Stalking it's prey.