I've searched the eyes of wayfarers
for truth and beauty,
but always chaos diverted me
and I had to look away before their eyes
made me dizzy with a wayfarer's hopes and dreams.
The sun cannot illuminate the moon's private half
nor the inner workings of the mind.
The eye that looks out is not the same
as the eye that one sees.
The wayfarer is only deemed lost
because he seeks. Who's to say what he has found?
More or less, we seek that which will complete
what we each possess. The stones on the ground
are a worthy find
to those who possess an ethereal mind.
I seek nothing but substantial truths
for mine is a mind of many questions.
I find the answers I seek on this wayfarer's road
far from those who know, far from
the sea, where so many questions are born.
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