Grains of Sand

I dreamed I was omniscient and the keeper of the glass
And the focus of attention as the center of the mass
I was everywhere at once and I was loved by everyone
My kingdom everlasting and on earth my will was done
I walked unseen amongst them as the cure of all infection
And entered through the looking glass and passed without reflection
The key to all their dreams for I was near when they would sleep
To guard them from the evil in the night when loathsome creep

A sense of humor you must have
For everything you've done
Am I without purpose father?
Is this all just fun?

But in reality I'm nothing more than mortal sin
Through the power of temptation I am often giving in
Another grain of sand I sit before the beach of life
Sometimes it's paradise for me then cuts me like a knife
My days are more or less routine and dusk is much the same
It seems there are no winners only victims of this game
And life can be so cruel and lonesome seldom is it fair
A silly game of masquerade when people say they care

Maybe when I pass beyond and venture time and space
I'll find within a peace and happiness in my own place
A sense of humor you must have for everything you've done
Am I without purpose father? Is this all just fun?
I'm only twenty-six and know that life has just begun
I find I'm often hiding for I've nowhere left to run
I'm waiting for a revelation waiting for a clue
And waiting for direction for I know not what to do