The traveller roams forsaken lands
lifeless and corrupted,
loveless and cruel.
He crosses mysterious forests
silent and dangerous,
formidably deceiving.
Swims through forgotten lakes
cold realms of the dead,
tempting as they sometimes seem.
He also ventures wonderful fields
magnificently flowered,
picturing perfect love.
Living in a palace of friendship
never completely satisfied,
always voyaging.
The traveller is a part of all of us,
wise and cunning,
leading our lives.