A Journey of a Thousand Years

Thus I began a voyage afar

Thousands of years away in time

Seeping through a cosmic scar

I rolled in space like a dime

Over the hills and far away

Like feather of a dandelion

Upon a sea of winds did it sway

Like a fluttering flag in a rebellion

No bars of dungeon can enslave

A soul that has set itself free

Many of those who wander crave

They see and envy an aging tree

Then stumbled upon a temple somewhere

I dared in creep, to find some gods

And I was met with a familiar stare

That I had felt on many a roads

The walls of temple, made of mirrors

In which I saw a million eyes

Lighting struck by a wave of shivers

I found myself amidst the wise

There was a garden I came upon

Full of flowers and trees with fruit

I lay on grass, not quiet alone

Resting my head upon a root

Deep in maze of time I dwelt

And found myself amidst some men

Their words so pure, a heart could melt

I yearned for a piece of scroll and pen

[Wanderer]