Father time isn't related to me

It's incredible to me how a mind works. 

Somedays I feel like a little kid. 
Somedays I feel like an old man. 
But never my age... 
Rarely my age... 

What a pleasant surprise
To walk down a road with the wind in my face
Walking to the train station
Leaving the surprise behind

The closest I'll get is a far as I'll go
You are my goal and my dream
But the dreams seem to stop
And lack of sleep doesn't help
I wake up forgetful of what the dream was
I refuse to remember
When will I?

The closer I get the farther I see
You are the dream that shadowing me
In your protective and powerful wings
I'm safe from the sun, but you let in the breeze 
And it blows through me

In the glistening of mid summers sweat, the wind feels like ice on my face
So simple, that I see it as cliche

And the more I dream the more it becomes clear
You never stop
Despite how I forget all You have done, You never seem to forget how you love me
So why should I worry?
I think I'll just stand in this peace
Save the train for another day
Linger in this pleasant surprise