Immortal

The days are just numbers on paper for the world to see
Time is recorded without thought or placement
People live and people die
I'm however am included in that world
I long to be ancient, to never see the end
I want knowledge, power, peace
I want to be a warrior, diplomat, a free man
everything
But alas, time and space bind me to this existance
To wish to travel the world, to fill my brain
People say "it can't be done"
I agree with them
So I travel this road of roads, trying to stick out
trying to be something
Not knowing what I have yet to be
Will I make a difference?
Will my IDEA be immortal?
Or will it die as I have...