Not a dream......

Not a dream, not a trick, not an imagination
Of some unsound mind…………
It is here, like a halo, swallowing me entirely…
Making my soul pass through the grind……..
Wasted so long a time, and in vain…
Drained the fire in some meaningless river…
The passion was altered, and emotions filtered,
So atrophic it all were, I remember……..
The truth has engulfed me, albeit a bit late,
And now I know what course I must take..
Will you be there, o lone stranger??
So that together we can cross the dark, lonely, lake??
There is a change that I want to bring
And I need to keep the fire alight——-
Hold my hand o strong stranger
Guide me with your knowledge, so bright………….