The Last Conquistador

I am the last conquistador,
I am well meaning and intentions are earnest,
I am the first to document.
my route is new an my spirit enlightened,
I kept hold for your letters,
but maybe it would be better if they burn.

Blueberries and dreams,
burst at the seams,
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me,
Blueberries and dreams,
hollowed and squeezed,
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me,
stepped into darkness only stars left to guide me

Still I'm the last conquistador,
I keep on going,
though the going ain't easy.
And now my mind's in farrago,
all jumbled up, in the promise of empire.
I'm still searching for Beulah,
and one day I will hold her in my arms.

Blueberries and dreams,
burst at the seams,
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me.
Blueberries and dreams,
hollowed and squeezed,
I'm so delirious I'm oblivious to previous,
hallucinations of a fool, that deceived us.
A combination of disease and confusion.
My whole life's work, was just an illusion.

Blueberries and dreams,
burst at the seams,
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me,
Blueberries and dreams,
hollowed and squeezed,
A combination of disease and confusion.
My whole life's work, was just an illusion.