Kernunna - Snark

Here I stand again in chase
Haunted by something I'm seeking blind and obsessed long ago
Such a puzzle, such a dream –
Am I chasing or am I the one who's hunted by someone?

There's no clue – I'm wheeling long ago
Tracking day and night, not tired, though

Raising nightmares, growing fears
Feeding hopes and seeding smiles – doesn't matter moods and wits
Facing walls and shaking hands
Still not knowing what is missing in this lack of sense, you bet

Even my language doesn't shape what my head flashes and creates
How can I conceive such a world within this storm?

Its like I'm hunting the old snark...
A sudden flame erupts in darkness
Then two steps back towards nowhere
For I was nowhere ever

Even my language doesn't shape what my head flashes and creates
How can I conceive such a world within this storm?

Dreams, sounds, mind
Uh... It's meaningless, I'm getting tired
A whirl of images never matched
A pretend reason leading track
So whats the point? Should I just keep on going?