The Wanderer

Photo by Andrew Neel

I could sleep for a thousand years
In a ship full of dreams and nightmares
I could think for a thousand more
In the things that could ever happen

I could try to open my eyes
To the thorns of a cruel reality
Still, fear’s all I’ve ever known
Constraints of a strange morality

No way behind to go back home
Time is a shovel, just let it go
Bury down all that has passed
There is no point in looking back

Search the place where suns are bright
Where days are warmed by caress of light
Find the sea whose waves are violent
Where nights are long and ever silent

Dense gray clouds cover your path
You can’t see beyond your hand
Delve the air; you might well find
That someone’s there, with tender smile