Lets get this straight.

Colder winds blow north and you blow south?
How does one block the world from one's own mind? If the world is in your mind, then does that make your mind the world? Rather than complex this idea any further, let's subtract the math and add the sense.

Humans are flawed. Don't you try to be perfect my dear, your nothing but a force-less little child. Some have had battles. Even wars, but you my friend, you have had none of the sort. You have had loneliness. You've desire to be there but were never close enough to touch it.

Lucky or Stupid?

The answer is hidden. You attempt to reach out and comfort, but you mangle the hearts of lovers in the process. Your vision is clouded, and you refuse to touch the water.
Cleanse your sense of belief and try to imagine what the ocean looks like then the clouds are stone grey.
Does the water turn silver in the reflection?
I find this hard to take for the seasons are changing and you are not.
You claim you've found love.
You claim love has found you.
Has it?
Sit and listen to yourself my dear, listen to your heart.
That is, if it's still beating...
You cannot demand affection.
You cannot demand love.
You want attention, well let me bring something to yours.
People are fragile, your the very definition of that.
Watch carefully as they move past you,
Do you feel loved now?
Do you feel wanted?
You cherish these people and you prey they feel the same for you,
but you'll never know the truth, and the way your going you'll never have the true answer.
You cannot bit the had that feeds you.
You want love, then respect it.