Oh father of the four winds fill my sails, cross the sea of years. Talk in song from tongues of lilting grace, sounds caress my ear. With no provision but an open face, along the straights of fear. Im a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been. To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen. They talk of days for which they sit and wait, all will be revealed. And not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way. Tired of lying around in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain, you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today.