The world traveler began to see that the world wasn't everything he wanted to see
He'd wasted his time traversing the plains and finding nothing of value under the grains of sand
No buried treasures, no fossils of old, no nothing, just more dirt, more grains passing through his hand
And in the beginning there was nothing more that he wanted to do than seek out simple truths
To find all that he held dear at the end of a rope bridge, while fragile it was exciting to see what was on the other side
The world traveler was naive back then, he thought all out there, all the truth was here
In the big wide world of nothing, he could find something, some new big blue and green
Eden was gone, but he'd try to seek it out, travel on and find out who needed nothing
There is a world that you need to see that he wants you to see and its right infront of you
do you see the ways the sunlight shines through on this glorious day
So here goes the pace.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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