There are times
I find
I wish I could go back
In time
rewind, and choose
A little differently.
But then again
I wouldn’t
Because I would miss you
Terribly.

When it’s finally quiet  
I can’t help but hear  
The pained melodies
My soul sings to me

If I were to say
'wait until then'
I would be less of a man
with nothing new to invent

I traveled a distance
To see a great sage
With wealth only seen
In poor men’s dreams

I arrived at a shack
Broken and bare
I knocked and I entered
The old sage was there

his home was a sight
quite humble indeed
nothing extravagant
nothing to see

Where of the wealth?
-I asked, aghast
How can you live
with nothing to give?

Well what about you?
-He countered
Where are your things?
What do you bring?

But i am not from here!
I'm not like you
You see, I'm just passing through

He smiled and whispered
I'm passing through too.