"The Dream was False"

suddenly everything becomes clear. 
I don't know why I'm lost
The frosty feeling fades from my face 
and I look around for my escape.

A simple valley carries me around.
I'll be fine I know, I'll sit here for a spell
The glass is half empty, the glass has spilled
And I'm a long way from where I used to feel

The breeze became a wind, the letters scattered off the page,
And a sharpened finger caressed across the lobe of my overconfidence.   
Can you feel it move?  Like a cold ice cube cold across a solid marble surface.

slowing down..
slowing down..

Did the glass fall out of reach?
Is somebody else around?
How will I know if it's just me?
Is nobody else around?