The Traveller
Days always begin
With the breath
In the circle of form
Everything returns to preset
And since the first day
When I planted the dream's grain
I saw the birth of sea of hope
To meet the shore
Look around!
What can you see?
Now look beyond!
To find your dreams
The sun dance with the trees
Their music is the wind
We're drifting in the sea of madness
Just let it be
Pass through the gate
The gate of the reason
Into a dream
The traveller
