Whom were you singing to?

Man, all your borders are dreamlike,
all your clothing relics of darkness
and your rights the desert of your world,
revealing your face more and more every day.

But if you would give away all your dream borders to others,
they would enter their lands
and through them, you would find paradise within you.

Yet you wander deeper into the darkness
and light the candles of your altar.

And when the darkness will cover your entire face,
you singer will know, whom you were singing to,
yourself or others.