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His eyes are clear, Pure like crystal ice. He sees through anything and everything. His mind are mountains of knowledge. Traveling, walking strolling from States to cities and countries to villages. His heart, a well of wealth. Love lost between Ideas that Invade heavy choas. He fights and struggles, As death awaits him. Unseen, unnoticed. In it's shield of Gold. The Wanderer, Seeks for knowledge, For the pot of wisdom is a basket. Carrying it, through thick forest and light deserts and empty islands. And when death comes, in form of old age. He realizes, It is the gods who have woven his destiny. Not him. For every journey, comes an end. And wealth, fame, and knowledge Would get lost within the sands of time; It would wash away in the water of life.