Moving through the streets, the land, over the surface of the ocean

Hunting and being hunted by hungry cowards

Searching for the everlasting, making way to the far east

Moving quickly, smoothly, treading the dirt and the sea

Dancing and escaping to other worlds

Leaping from salt pillar to salt pillar

Moving beneath the fever and the diseases of humankind

Beyond the point of no return

Thirsting for the greatest quest knowledgeable

Moving in a forward direction, stimulated by the strength within

Waiting for nothing but to arrive at the established point of dreams

Letting the fantasy become truth as the others look on in awe

Moving to the kingdom to become crowned and loved

Look beyond the obstacles of today and attack the wounds

Be with the One while I grasp my tool of horse hair and wood

© 2002 David Greg Harth

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