blowin’ in the wind

He was all alone, he was on his own. He missed her greatly, but he missed himself even more. He has been a doer of none, a lone watcher, and thus he lost what was his. Once again, he knew it would be that way all along. But in her pure gaze he became lost, inside her, and inside himself. He was always lonely, but he had her by his side. He thought that she could never hide. But now she was not there, she was somewhere else, in a place he knew nothing about. She was the hidden face of all his dreams. Of that, they had no doubt. But all that’s left were his screams. He was helpless now, ‘cause he just did all that he pleased.