Its only time and a face that you lose

When is the end the end?
Was there ever really a beginning when it's doomed to fail?

I mean, we may as well be strangers.

Why did so many not work out?

Is what is there ever real?

I can't figure out truth. This is just purgatory.  I think.

Can you choose to feel or do you just exist upon that plain while someone else may just look at you and feel nothing?  Is that usually how it goes?

I was a desert
hills and dunes and sand
I was deserted
I was a dead man

They were full of life
drink and club and drugs
They were inert
They were dying inside

I was wandering this life
surrounded on the inside
by buildings and concrete and walls
the only resident around
And you were walking the same way
when you came close
I could feel your power
the heat from your life
the smell of your hair
and I wanted to touch your hand
but you wanted to be
alone but with someone
I needed your strength
I wanted you at length
but I wanted to be alone
with you
and you were walking the same way away
I was surrounded on the inside
and I was alone
in this life
looking into the sun
a shadow
blinking away the tears
you came nearer
and I needed to be strong
I wanted you all along
to be you
for all of us to belong
and I was alone
in this life
with someone alone
and we were
no one is ever together for long

If you live a dream why not a better one?