Dangerous feelings of broken lies

Controlled by the needless point of the arrow
Floating on high ground
Intelligent questions like if the grass is greener
Hopefully the fairies are around

The target was unreachable
Like a circle it wondered around
Did I ever have a reason
Numerable creatures have been found

Lost in this garden of a foreign land
Like a haystack with a lost needle only bigger
Dangerous feelings of broken lies
Memories come back with a certain trigger

Closing in on what is unseen
It's starting to unfold on me
Answers only bring forth more questions
Only in our dreams can we truly be free