As sleep takes my body and will, my true soul

wanders free.

To the stars and beyond...

Time I traverse with my soul to witness the

times before.

When will I see my future, or hear the

whispering tales of the stars.

All the times that I have wandered, I have

been free.

And yet bound by my conceptions of this

existence.

It is not for me to know the secrets of

the cosmos.

And yet, I wonder.

Beaten to concession I fall

Back to where I came, yet none the wiser

This is uor wonder of life, to think all and yet to

know nil

Shall rise like a phoenix from my ashes

Or shall I fade the essence of time