Tired, the weary traveller trudges on just a little further now a whole life time"s wayward journey t"ward a fitful night"s sleep.
Daydreams the distance away each hour is the same as weary limbs press on destination closes in.
Remember the time when spirit ledger balanced and food was the fantasy of forgotten dreams now only the road a wound that never heals.
Outwardly vivid colours appear as a procession a lifetime of the birth/dream/death/dream/birth cycle the waking hours doze and drift every one is time closer to eternity.
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