In all my worlds, I travel on,
Through tragedy, trial,
And glories unknown.
I lay to rest, yet travel on.
My feet grow tired and weary.
Nightmares alive,
Dreams to die,
What can I do to change this lie?
All fears made real through my travel.
Oh, what horrid things unravel.
The nomad within refuses to sleep,
I travel on ankle-deep.
Things imagined given life.
Rewarded nothing but pain and strife.
I dare not return to places gone.
A fear for what is vaguely known.