As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I learned much from both of their styles
I sit where sunlight dusts the floor,
Unseen, a breath behind the day.
The world unfolds its quiet lore
In drifting leaf and shadow’s play.
I listen to what silence knows—
How stillness speaks in undertones.
