When next you cross that road,free yourself of the loads and acquire whatever gold she offers. 

Refuse to be told the stories of the old that moulds none but null,
Where then a station exist for those with a destination.                                                

The geek, meek and early all they be,                                                                          shall arrive to the dust in the wind, and pounder in wonder, a place where light be and time, a darkness gone gone.
 

Dig the odds and live for the all, for whence cometh a thirst for water, will urge spring up a well that curious minds drown and wonder awayin the sands of time.....