Three-day shrine

When exactly did it all stop making sense to exist here?
Years went past and I walk on, boots deep in snow, eyes deep in static
Short bursts of dreams get shot down, naïve is guilty of worsening crises
But somehow, we go forward still

Those are four lines I wrote three days ago, and in the span of three days, my mind has changed
Sense hasn't come back to me, but I have senses, and perhaps that is enough
To lie on the grass, feel the whimsy of what will grow, without a word, only wind and sun
There is something divine in the music, a higher nature in those waves, free of the concept of sins
Should I say I lose myself or find myself? Hope exists on the perfect border of both
Your starry image appears to me, your voice in my head
The more it goes on, the less I can take how everyone treats you in my presence, and I could understand in my absence
But why must they know the importance you carry and still up in my face mocking it?
It's all fine, it's all fine, it's all fine

I will build a shrine to stars and lilies
And even if I don't know where to go next
I'll live for us at last