Fantasy

I fantasied so many times of winning
The game of games, the game of life, day and night
Turned to the heavens, hands outstretched, pleading
Warlock of earth, waeving spells, casting signs

I'm but a drop in the seas of time
Wasted away as the years go by

As I grew older, I learned to love what I never liked
Sensing power, people feared and shunned my sight
Fearing themselves, they saw in me reflections
An age they'd known, a soul they sold, fading light

I'm but a grain of dust in the sand
Blown by the winds into forests, onto lands