The Journeyman

Once upon a time I was sitting by a road,
covered in sunshine instead of a coat.

I brought no bags, but was never to return.
I had only my heart to keep my soul in a burn

I had no hand from a god
pushing me onward
It was as it should be;
I was finally free

I walked the road - without any fuel
no food or water - some would call it cruel

But I fed myself with passion and lust
And when people asked "Why?" - I answered "I must"

And I only left to see,
I only left to feel,
Cuz' some said life was good,
I had to see if it was real

Lifeless Mind

A sudden awake in my mind that is trapped
captured and inside my body it is kept.
Memories pass and disappear on command
but I'm not the one who is ruling this land.
And it seems ever eternal, this dark and dull sphere
this universe has no life to find anywhere.
So with its harmless nature of not being alive
I can hover forever, imprisoned inside.
And a vague memory of those living outside
wanting to find life in the universe up high:
Their chances are better than those given to me
my voices echoe eternally, life isn't anywhere to see.