The Traveller
Midway upon my life’s journey
I found myself in a pub in south london
And ordered a drink
I sat myself near a man
Who seemed as though he had a
Story to tell
And I asked the man
“Oh great fellow
May you tell me of your life”
And the man heard me and said
“I wasn't born here
Not this nation, not this planet
I was born on a beautiful planet
But soon after I became an adult
My fellows became rocks.
So I travelled
To many a place
And began my exile
I went to
Omicron Persei 8
But they only wished to flay my skin
Before I went to the former Usa
One in twelve districts
But I had to fight in a battle royal
Then I entered
The Matrix
And dogged many A bullet
I saw a world destroyed
To make way for a intergalactic highway
And never did I panic during
I blew up
A Star of death
With my mind
I joined the Atrides
And battled their enemies
On that desert planet
I saw that man die
And joined his second son
The old God Emperor
And I saw that couple
Cleaning their House
With Magnetic Dust
And i saw the world city
One stacked one hundred levels deep
I liked it more than then the many I would see later
I joined those
Who left the world city
And wrote an encyclopedia
I saw a
Brave New World
That worshiped Ford
I went to the first creation of robots
And saw them concur humanity
And watched the Alquist hand the torch
And saw the
Royas of Mars
Killing each other with swords
I saw
Some of the first manmade gods
Those of Pegana
Next I saw those
Dammable martians
In their tripods
I saw a man
Split in twain
By a chemical
I saw a man
Named Nemo
Leagues under the sea
I watched as a cannon
Luched men
From Earth to the Moon
I saw cuba. A state
And the great
Slave insurrection that insured
I saw a Communist utopia
Of frenchmen
And how it influenced Marx
I viewed the first utopia
Of Three hundred Years
And the man who awoke in it
I saw the post apocalypse
Caused by a disease
And how europe fell
I saw moon people
And Sun people
Battling over the Morning Stat
But the first one I came upon
Was my favorite
And the one that scared me to my core
The creation of live
By a mad scientist
And how he used the Modern Prometheus”
Said the man
I a sat in utter aw
At the beauty of what i had heard
I how I wished
But to have more
And how I could contribute to this tapestry of story