As a Pilgrim -

Hi, I’m pleased to tell you no lies

There’s something you can’t buy

And to your sorrow it couldn’t come the gift

You had for Christmas day

I’m moving crosscurrent of time

As you keep asking why

You’ve got to take account of quite a nuisance

You’re not here to stay

Wham!

As for me, guys

I’m about to get old tram

Going from anywhere to any distant point

People outside

Even though I’m one of them

In my universe our lines always be disjoint

Through years and days I’m travelling to and from the glare

I had gone too far

I’d been tramping high and low

Though all this time

I stood still by the lake

Where some ice bound bots were sleeping beneath the snow