I thought I wanted love, but I was wrong.
The price I found too high, the cost too dear.
I found it brought me sorrow, not a song-
And melancholy strains, alone, I hear.
I thought that one could love me, as I am…
Alas, I found that feat too hard to do.
And now at last my heart’s door I will slam..
And to all such foolish notions, bid adieu.
I guess perhaps my Traveler was a fool-
With all his dreams of finding Holy Grails.
Perhaps it’s best he learn from life’s harsh school,
The lesson, that “the dreamer always fails”.
Perhaps I too should put my quill away…
Return to daily grind, and dull routine…
Take off my dreamer’s cloak, and let it lay-
And live as if my visions were not seen.
[This message has been edited by Gunslinger (edited 04-06-2000).]