And millions fall apart
And thousands meet to part
And hundreds part to meet
And when paths cross again
And yesterday is remembered
And joy or sorrow it gives
And the man flashes his teeth
And feigns love
And he hears his heart heaving hatred
And he is only a traveller
And journeys to the dictate of time
And only the wise shall travel safely
And many shall become loners
And few shall become lovers
And the caravan of time moves on
And man flows like River Mississippi
And WHAT?