Awake, alive with the hopeless ache for sleep
Of one whom is dazed
I know not when I came
I know not where I go
The plane reveals itself to be beyond the eye to mark its bounds
The think, damp, and humid night.
Shallow breaths in the lungs from the moistened air
Often less obscure than the day is the brightest night
When senses brought to life by surroundings, it becomes clear
That we must travel by nocturnal light to acquire the great and known force
Within this balance his darkness is attained as the wanderer travels
Envisioned in his mind, a place to travel far beyond
To seek a journey only for the sake of the journey
Elements of the earth never cease to wear upon his being
In great relief the smoke arises, revealing the wanderers visions unto himself
Drawn into by unseen force now standing aware
The two eyes closed but the other sees with great vision
Enter into the gateways opened within
And see within which dream the key is revealed as the wanderer travels