It's The Sad Tale of a Traveler Who Tried To Be.

Falling is the gentle snow.

The frosty mist of the saddened being.

Dreaming is he to know.

It knows how to see the sad tears which fell.

Wanting is he the warm warmth.

The shield that has shielded from toxic frost.

Knowing is the way North.

In the Winter Wonderland where all's lost.

Tiring was the journey.

The pain that signaled life faded into numb.

Failing to say sorry.

Into the snow he fell, fading to end.