In The Wake Of Dreamers' Toil

Mystery is desirable
But it is unsatisfying
Like the impossible dreams
Of a lonely teenage boy

A door is closed
But the possibility remains
As ever just barely within reach
And the hinges sing of years gone by

Tomorrow is unfolding
In the wake of dreamers' toil
But no one dares shake
The tree of consequence

The space between us
Is but a fragile eggshell
But it might as well
Be made of the strongest steel
I cannot break out
As strong as I feel