evenwheniLie

The traveler

   

 

 

 

                            

 

 

….to be is to be present, present in places I’m hesitant, present in places I’ve resident. We are travelers through life and travelers unto death, until there’s nothing left. Present at birth, present before birth, I know no hurt but I was present in reverse. I travel on foot and I travel in spirit form, astral planing quiet as it’s kept I don’t have to watch my step, because there’s nothing to wreck or keep in check, what the heck, but yet and still there’s still an order that controls the boarders. When I travel in flesh and bones I rather do it alone, it’s easier for me to set the tone. The traveler would have you set fazors on stun, this could be fun, but we might have to run and escape into other forms of being without even seeing or searching for meaning. We come into the world as travelers and leave just the same, death and departure have the same aim, I proclaim.  In another life I help tame lions until they ripped me out the frame, I was game, it was a shame; I start traveling again, this is no sin as time and space gets bent again.  As I travel my final destination overpowers my horizon, it’s no surprise as the earth spins.  I’m the traveler, I’ll get back at you again.