Eclipsin' the sun, with the moon blue,
Traipsin' off the path beaten, true,
He's got the world in an empty can,
Sadly nowhere is the Journey Man.
Son of none, of daughters unsure,
He's the disease to his own cure,
Consilience with many a spirited clan,
Sadly farsighted is the Journey Man.
Oh, he be recallin' those dark days,
Spent in a maze of evanescent haze,
Lone the sigh, in his hand a trepan,
Sadly passionate is the Journey Man.
Call forth his sun, a black star,
His wyrd shall his radiance mar,
Life sacrificed for Destiny's plan,
Sadly condemned is the Journey Man.
Hallucinate in oblivion, encore,
Brewing the past on future shore,
The present is aflight! If ye still can,
Sadly capture it, O Journey Man!
The time's a- goin', a sword's cut,
From palace now to a humble hut,
Death to free from a cruel lifespan,
Sadly shackled is the Journey Man.
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