Beyond the maps, where legends dwell, I ventured into the unknown

While many have possibly traveled paths such as these

Mine were completely unaltered and untouched

Nobody but me saw the smiles that flashed

Across your face like rabbits in a field

Nobody but me felt your hand

As you swung your legs cleanly off the rocks

Nobody but me has heard your serenades

Wake chirping birds in the shallow hours of the morn

But these paths have been treacherous as well

Only I have felt the scorn you have

Thrown at me between your teeth

Only I have felt the coldness when you have

Left me by myself in a fit of rage

But now I am done

Like the great Phineaouse Fogg I rest my case

My travels have been long and I am tired

So I rest my laurels in my own chair

And look gracefully at our time together