Roamed all around the globe and more,

Believed there could be more in store,

The shadowed moon rose all too soon,

And left my heart so sore.

I greeted life like a ravenous crow,

Picking through morsels to make me grow,

To envelop the world itself and see

Within, without a truer me

To finally let go.

The clay, the soul; my core sustains

Yet here lies not what still remains.