Stories of old and time
A memory of you and I
Masterpieces in an endless journey
Still written in a Trojan Story

In the beginning of a simple story
Everyone takes on a journey
Peace and chaos to be awoken
Love and hate makes the ground shaken

I travel high, I travel low,
Racing the light against the globe,
Through the rivers, and through the seas,
Mountains and forests, I travel at peace.

The moon, a silver, shining sphere,
A wonderland, so far, yet near.
The clouds that dance and drift on by,
A never-ending, shifting sky.

Still think that everything is the same
Like how we play until the vesper came
Doing things that makes our parents deranged
How beautiful it is in this day and age