The traveller
Rest upon the shoulders of a dying breeze
Every single moment, always feel at ease
With the flow of heavens, like a bird in flight
Over the horizon, where the worlds unite.
Never pause or linger in a certain place,
Always seek a journey at a constant pace,
Leave a smile behind you and a gentle touch,
But remain uprooted… do not care too much.
Should you ever waver, walk upon a strand
That is given stillness and a frail demand
For a new collision, bound upon its course
With the guilt of numbness and a weakened force…
Always left to wander, left without a choice,
Is there such a spirit destined to rejoice?
