"Wandering Dreams"
Doth not shift the the stones below my feet
Then sing me softly soon to sleep
For the wanderers venture far
Following closely a single star
In their sheltered sector
Calmly they voyage and carry on
Their minds, they dream, of such tranquillity
And I, alone, with such ability
To follow their path
But without a guide
To show me where to find where the treasures doth abide
So my restless mind do sit and wait
To see what will come to be my fate.