The Traveller Days always begin With the breath In the circle of form Everything returns to preset And since the first day When I planted the dream's grain I saw the birth of sea of hope To meet the shore Look around! What can you see? Now look beyond! To find your dreams The sun dance with the trees Their music is the wind We're drifting in the sea of madness Just let it be Pass through the gate The gate of the reason Into a dream The traveller