Erruer?

And I'm wanting to walk
on the purest snow -
is that where I've erred?
For wherever I go,
there's dirt.

And oh,
the night chokes the moon;
lesser of it do I spoon - 
the moon in my silver eyes.

And I keep the clocks
that had stopped
sometime ago.
Is that where I've erred?
Wanna know.

Where the grass was crushed,
off-shot mistrust -
is that where I erred?
I only needed to walk
on something untouched.

A blank sheet,
all to myself
and I'll write undeterred.
Do not tell me
that I have erred.