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September 2009 
A Traveller.
Posted on Apr 11th, 2009
by 
Zet White
Zet White
He's a traveller in space and time,
No compass and no map.
A funny artist of the mime
Unsure of every step.
He's a traveller without a guide
Just looking for a way
To find out what he lacks inside,
What he has lost one day.
He's a traveller who plays a part
That he forgot he chose.
All paths return him to the start.
The world is round, or course.
He is a treveller who's blind -
Keeps searching for a part
That he can only ever find
Inside his loving heart.
He's a traveller who needs to see
He is a soul sublime
He is complete and he can be
Outside of space and time.
(Z.W.)
No compass and no map.
A funny artist of the mime
Unsure of every step.
He's a traveller without a guide
Just looking for a way
To find out what he lacks inside,
What he has lost one day.
He's a traveller who plays a part
That he forgot he chose.
All paths return him to the start.
The world is round, or course.
He is a treveller who's blind -
Keeps searching for a part
That he can only ever find
Inside his loving heart.
He's a traveller who needs to see
He is a soul sublime
He is complete and he can be
Outside of space and time.
(Z.W.)
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