Tonight the man who roams the lands beyond the horizon, finds that he has an itch.
An unshakeable desire to taste life in its purest form.
An insuppressible longing to take it all in.
The good. The bad. And any measure of combinations that lie in between.

Tonight this man is reborn.
Yet tomorrow he will awake within the confines of a familiar shell.
A cageless prison.
A reality more politely known as hell.

He will remain faceless.
And his voice will be but another in the crowd.
His thoughts will become baseless.
As one by one, his dreams are gradually drowned.