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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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Love your poem Zet, thank you for sharing this. Glad to see you posting again.
How are the studies going?
good to see you! love the poem
Brilliant!
When will you write me a song? :P
I hear the music to these lyrics - Welcome back scribe!