Since the dawn of time, there has been an urge to travel
Through many decades and a few dozen centuries many nations were born
In the early days, most of the roads were paved in gravel
As time went by many fell apart and became torn
Society changed often leaving us crippled in chains
The few that did travel spoke only of the place and not the flight
For they wouldn't even care if the sun stopped shining bright
And so people continued on being mindless brains
As for I, I chose different, leading a path not concentrated on my destination
But rather the temporal zones in between where time had ceased to exist
By doing this it allowed me to enjoy all of creation
For the journey of a man is not defined by his final resting place
The journey of a man is defined by the travels shown on his face