Waves of the Mist

As though life turns round and it feels like forever. My visions are still incomplete. I strive further and further for my unknown dream. Always coming back to nowhere. I fall face first into the sand. Hoping these are grains of knowledge. Dreams of beauty. The wind in my eyes. But I never see the truth. I roll in reality sifting for a god. He isn't home. These shells of sorrow, they always catch me. They pull me down.