The Long Way Home
A thousand times a thousand worlds,
Under a million skies.
I've seen the spectrum of Creation,
Through a child's weary eyes.
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To find a home, a place to rest,
I admit that's my desire.
But I must move on, must keep Them out,
Must keep safe the titan's fire.
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As I walk the bounds, I'm like a ghost,
Slip through worlds unseen.
Watching as time passes by,
Life a fleeting dream.
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May not be heading homewards,
But still travelling the bound.
I've seen the spectrum of mankind,
Yet loneliness abounds.