Presumptions

Once upon a field of snowfall

I saw a spirit come

Its voice a whispered hush did call

So I heard only some

Drift out here it seemed to tell me

Discover what you need to see

Drift out here

And find the man you wish to be

Once upon a field of snowfall

I ventured out so strong

Marching through the drifts wide and tall

It didn't take me long

What is here? I asked the spirit

Have I gotten close or near it

What is here?

Waiting hurts, I can not bear it

Once upon a field of snowfall

I learned my folly true

I ran in to the spirit's wall

And never made it through

What are you? the spirit taunted

Think that you're so strong and vaunted?

What are you?

To trust in words of the haunted