The Sea,The Moon, and Antartica

All my dreams are lost.
i lost all my hopes and aspirations.
it all was there and i had everything
but with these blinking eyes i turned from distant thoughts
and lost the things i held so dear
what was, what is, what needs to be
i am none of it.
My dreams repeat themselves
in a yellow lit room
it draws me in
like the sand falling in the crack of an hourglass
the letters and numbers and minutes and hours
that always consumed my life
i lived life by a watch
it ran me each step and each blink of my wandering eyes

the yellow room
not bright but dark
as the eyes that chase me close
i escape from their gaze
and in this room i see everything so clearly yet so blurred
it all turns to dark
as the time ticks down
i turn to look
i lean on the wall but it leans away
i know it all now
the distant terror of losing everyone and everything

My dreams, they are all lost
the sea the moon and Antarctica
the clouds that drift
and the grass that sways
the loosing ends of stories
the lost memories
it all happened and it all happens for something
something so much more