Endless Time

Walls stained black flow under my fingers like an endless fur coat
Something soft and carresable like a womans bussom
Fly my black raven find the light and beauty that awaits
Come back baring only story's of adventures to come
And new lands not yet found
Bring me a golden piece of water that flows weightlessly over my tongue
I wish to taste the sweet new findings of a timeless wanderer.
When you find that wanderer tell him of a barren place where all to be seen is black flowing walls that pool into a never ending lake of suffereing.
Suffocate.
Suffocating in my life not yet controlled
Only to want to be the ever aging wanderer that travels as he pleases and care's not about the superficial things in life.
The wanderers lack of control is his ultimate power for as long as he has his bread and water he can do no wrong and can never be caught in the endless flow of black walls
Black walls.