The Edge of Forever

Standing on the edge of a dream
I see into forever and all seems clear
As the fog of sleep gives way
I try to hold the memory but it fades into the air
Angry with myself I try to retrace my steps
I find my path no longer there, vanished without a trace
I stop to catch my breath as the world around me slips away
and what I see before me brings a tear to my face
Once again the mists of sleep grow thin
and I find myself on the edge of forever, yet again.

Crowe