I could sail a thousand seas
And see a thousand wonders
I could visit a thousand kingdoms
And hear a thousand praises
I could visit a thousand bazaars
And taste a thousand spices
I could beat a thousand drums
And sing a thousand songs
And I would be none the richer
For I have no eyes to see
The wonders of the world
No ears to hear
Glad words and merriment
No tongue to taste
The bounty of the Earth
I have no heart to sing
A minstrel's tale
For I have abdicated joy
And divorced hope
I have taken Loneliness
As my soul companion
I mark time
By the passing of light into dark
And run my fingers
Across Occam's Razor
Waiting
For what, I do not know