with pavement my feet beneath
the story of my life i bequeath
though the earth split asunder
i the skin of gaia wander
an entirely eternal season
for this young gypsy son
few souls hold my glance
deep eyes find me entranced
ne’er for long i linger
nor do i long to bring her
for each our ways must go
with few fond memories in tow
transient hearts crossing the plain
may we meet elsewhere once again.
