No more novelty

• The aged traveller gave out a forlorn sigh
• Looked up at the over familiar sky.
• Then uttered in a wise an almost clandestine voice
• I never stop I constantly move from old to new. picking up things like a current
• From comfort to the unknown
• For I am the Grand Traveller who always must be on the move
• If I ceased to travel I’d die.
• The old sparkling eyes of the Grand Traveller began to flow.
• He had seen EVERYTHING , so he had to finish his trip.
• He sat down under a tree and ceased to be.