I never really knew who I was 'til I took a little pill;
Here comes the birth of a mystical giant
Does anyone really know my death?
Looking around to ask- there is no one
Do I blame them?
Who would travel this land by will?
Some claim but are always gone when the sun falls,
Even the most powerful will break under this strain and become poisoned from the food
Losing sanity from lack of life;
Then, truth reveals who really resides
I'm sorry I can't go with you I live here
Apparently, someone must tend this land
The most isolated and painful of them all
So go on and play the wondrous games of freedom;
I might catch a glimpse every now and then over the hilltops
The closest I shall ever come
Life, Love, Touch
I always hear stories of these;
But do they really exist?