The Merchant

The golden fiery sun was about to set
In the distance, emerges a silhouette
Of a man walking towards the town
Where once, he was deemed a clown

The town folks don't recognize him anymore
For too many cuts and wounds he had bore
He had left this town and world behind
Gold and treasures he had sought to find

He traveled across the seas and ocean
Deprived of love, affection and emotion
He had chosen this cold, hard way
The path to riches led him astray

A rush deal made with the Merchant of Time
Traded his treasured youth for a petty dime
Years had passed and o' how he aged
With Regret and Loneliness, he is now caged

More than often, he is surrounded by inanimate matter
In his reflection in the mirror, he sees his life shatter
Shiny are his fabrics of silk and stones of sapphire
But dull, dark and void inside, a life stuck in quagmire

Later in his life, he met the Merchant once again
Begged for his youth and the dance in the rain
To his frantic plea, the Merchant gently replied
"The day we met, was the day Youth died"

So leaving all else behind, he's now returned home,
The land where as a kid he used to freely roam
To cherish and rejoice the memories of his past
As the wheels of his time turn eerily fast.