The Emptiness Of A Dream

I'm walking through a warm, dark place
That's clear and foggy in turns,
I'm trying to move forwards, to find a way
But everything is empty.
There is no air, no water, nor ground
I'm wrapped in empty space.
I cannot feel it, can't understand it,
I'm lost in a vapour maze.
An everlasting, burning lamp
Is my only friend.
It lends its flame and gives me light,
Enough for me to Hope 'til I reach the end.
Often the fog threatens my friend
That it might die or lose its glow,
Often when I lift it up,
I see loss, but then no more.
Sometimes there are faces that stay,
So merry and calm to behold.
Sometimes there is an ugliness that surrounds,
But the spaces respond not to my call.
I have found in time that nothing lasts
Though solid, things may seem.
It's a wonder that I care so much
When time is just a dream.
I cover myself with illusions and thoughts
And make myself a life.
I build a house and make a home;
Everyday I toil and strive.
Tears do plague me, joy exalts me,
But emotions are a play.
Often I listen to the outside world,
And sometimes I give a say.
But it's all just a warm, dark place
That's clear and foggy in turns.
I climb false ladders,
I try to forget I know...
That everything is empty...