When I went to where I went to

There was a shadow of a time
before I was a shadow of the man I am today,
before I fell in love with the whole idea
of someone, anyone, falling in love with me,
when I knew, or at least was sure,
that real was real and unreal should be hid away
now I know I was at a kind of place
some how I should have stayed.

But whispering in the wind,
the times that are waiting, holding all possibility
calling to me, saying nothing but
promising everything
promise deliverance, will take me to where I,
not now, but will soon want to be.