The Travaler
                             by JMH <EvilOne>
 

       It's dark, gloomy, unconsious, yet we move on, guided only
        by our lights along a path chosen for us.  Shapes slowly
        form as the wise man can be seen over the tree tops.  He
        casts his golden spell upon our land, bekenning us to rise
        from our beds.
 
        We continue to travel endlessly like a flowing river. 
        Visions of the past rest in our minds as the golden spell
        distorts the shapes around us.
 
        We are helplessly trapped by the biological barrier of time. 
        We connot escape it, whether in haste or eternity it is always
        constant.  Money, power, human desires play no part.  Our lives
        continue in costant motion.
 
        The sun, earth and moon are recycled through the generations of
        time.  The dead are forgotten by them and the children crattled
        They stand alone and survive the lonely cycles of the hour glass. 
        Hunger, desire for more of it, all life craves it. We are puppets
        of it's game, playing the pawns of emotion. We are lost one by one
        in the flowing rapids of time.