Too Late the Key

I can hear echoes, though invisible
Across great spaces, traveling far
My mind's eye sees the very first taste
My mind's ears hear a song sung in haste
Is it too soon or better yet?
May you know no regret
Too confused and chaotic it seems
Too far off this elusive melody
The gate left open
Is there still hope inside of me?
A new distraction I employ
Very same one I should avoid
The same state, by a new light it burns
Magic potion lost, diminished and terse
The gate left open
Is there still hope inside of me?
Beyond the field, a neutral glow
Hollow houses, winding roads
Clean and empty space in front of me
Spread the map out so that I might see
Constant shadow hangs above my head
My clothes don't seem to fit, my feet are wet
The gate left open
Is there still hope inside of me?
Too late, the key for me