I have traveled so far
And for so long
That none could conceive it possible.
My Journey of aeons and lifetimes
Has taken me through
Crystal palaces of exquisite splendor
Where I played with courtesans
The likes of which this world
Has never seen.
I have led armies into battle
Been slain and conquered a million times.
I have ridden ******* on mythical beasts
Exploring worlds of unimaginable beauty.
I've bathed in enchanted pools under cooling moonlight
And lived with the nymphs who dwell in those places.
I have dived to the depths of oceans
And fought with the mighty beasts
Who dwell in the deep.
I have explored the four corners of space,
Spent lifetimes in silent ecstasy
Breathing in and out with the stars.
I have fallen through the earth
And been held captive in the most cruel of places.
I have been cut and tormented,
Had my life ripped away
And been revived in places of daggers and pain.
I have been swept along in rivers of molten flame,
Burned until I could no longer recognize
Even my own body.
Fought, fought and fought,
Killed and been killed
Spending aeons in fear, rage and fury.
I have taken animal form,
Run with the wolves
And howled at the moon in the depths of night.
I have been killed a million, million times,
Loved and lost through bitter heart ache
As my love left me for another life
More times than I care to recall.
I have had Sons, Daughters,
Wives, Husbands, Harems.
I have lived through the greed of owning one million palaces
The hatred of murdering one million men
The love of devoting myself entirely to a precious few.
The self obsession of the inglorious "I".
Misery, torment, abandonment,
Fear, loneliness, isolation, grief... joy.
I have lived through them all
I have lived in them all!
There is not one place in this entire universe I have not visited,
Or one thing I have not owned...
I stand here before you
Empty handed and alone.
An old man at the end of his travels,
Weary of adventure
And seeking peace...
A place to call home.
The road is not less traveled!
We play this mighty game of life and death
Never stopping to question
Or pause to think...
The question is not "When will it stop?".
The question is "When will we stop?".
When will we search for home?
Listen to that quiet, quiet voice
Which tells us to be still.
To see that,
From the highest palace,
To the deepest hell.
It has all been - but a dream
We have been dreaming.
*Wake up my friends
and find peace.