The Wanderer - Galleon

I fly like the light through the void

Through emptiness

All, all you can see

Is my work, there’s nothing less

I am everywhere and nowhere

I am, I was, I’ll be there

I am within and without you

But you close your eyes, you stop your ears

You put your head into the sand

You still hold on to your flesh

You are looking pass the truth

There’s no revealing me I can’t be unfurled

I am somewhere in your mind

I’m the child with many names

I am many still but one

I’m beyond but yet inside your

World — that is like it is

Otherwise it wouldn’t be at all

Come — come take my hand

Where I call you’ll have to go

Collecting information you’re part of the sensation

You will join my flight through

Universe

But you close your eyes, you stop your ears

You put your head into the sand

You still hold on to your flesh

You are looking pass the truth

There’s no revealing me I can’t be unfurled

I am somewhere in your mind

I’m the child with many names

I am many still but one

I’m beyond but yet

Inside

Your World.

.. .

There’s a lonely wanderer

He’s been walking many miles

The moos has always beamed its light

Upon his foggy face

He can tell you a tale of life through his eyes

Bound to walk through all human ties

Everyone’s been on the ship sailing the sea of time

We move towards what’s yet to come

And from what’s used to be

Constantly the world is changing, no matter where

You look

Still there’s things we can’t perceive and cannot see

Centuries are turning — Generations changing

The earth shifts face as well as I

There’s even change among the stars

We dream of being someone else

Wore beautiful and wiser

Yet keeping our integrity, our inner personality

I want my soul to remain

Eternal life

Let my thoughts be the same

Change my body, yes come change my face

Change my flesh into some unknown form

But keep my mind so I can sense the world

Beyond the Realms of Death I see the world

Hear the world.

.. sense the world

And I know the smell, know the taste

Knowing love Still!

Stones, flowers and trees

And the wise fountain of life

Can you tell a tale of long ago

How people in the evening glow

Were making vows of life and love

I was the one who first solved the cube of Rubick

Then came a second and the third

Would do the trick

All the ones that followed could easily twist

Filling up the common mind, now everybody know

Everywhere there’s street talk

Rumors going 'round

From neighbor to neighbor

Woman to man

Someone or something watch and hears it all

Then puts it in its memory

Fashion comes and goes, I say not the way

It’s in the air, it’s everywhere, it’s even in your drink

One is all and all is one and there is no denying

Capitalize on all our deeds makes the world go 'round

Everywhere there’s street talk

Rumors going 'round

From neighbor to neighbor

Woman to man

Someone or something watch and hears it all

Then puts it in its memory

I’m moving on upon

The soil of this earth

Watching wanders and miracles

The world was created The day I was born

And it ends the same day that I die

I’m writing songs

That’s coming to life

Only when someone is listening

Letters and signs

Printed in black and white

Are born when you open the book

We think we’re designed to sense it all

Every sight and every sound

We strongly believe we can understand

In fact we’ve got a view

A view from nowhere.

..

Brought by the future

Are many paths

Revealed only when you behold

Appearance of truth can sometimes cheat

Truth can contain many sides

The signs of our lives

Will eventually fade

Buried for the future man

He will search in the soil, he will search in our graves

Inventing our story someday.

..

I heard a knock on my door

And I knew I heard it before

There was no one outside

I could see his footprints in the snow

And the wind was blowing, clouds were chasing

And the moon was shining down

Upon the wanderer, upon his endless roads

Like the restless moon above

Condemned to drift upon the sky

Through poems and reality

When I looked inside through the window pane

I could see him inside my room

He was writing songs and many too

Or was it him or was it me

In that I turned around and moved

Along.

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