[Just a bit of ancient poetry I dug up]

On the wings of a black and endless dream,
where existance eternal just might be seen.

For now too dark to see an inch past face,
an intensity to make hearts race.

Dancing shadows all around,
but not a creature to be found.

To be lost and know just where you are.
Sanity seems to have strayed so far.

Cemented reality cracks and breaks.
The cosmic is real and yet all is fake.

Destiny seems to guide your hands,
like the lone wanderer in a mystic land.

Again and again the days keep passing.
Tomorrow and tomorrow, life everlasting.

Legs keep moving but the goal is unclear.
Dawn rises again and the world appears.

Made blind by the light, yet you still can see.
Endless dangers ahead, but you do not flee.

Traveling by starlight is the wisest wanderer.
Mind lit by the moonlight is the greatest ponderer.

Floating ceaslessly in the realm of time,
history repeating and beginning to rhyme.

Sun, moon, and the stars are always at play.
This endless cycle is but one day.

Thousands of years will have long passed by.
Just another blink of eternity's eye.