He traveled far and traveled wide
To see a world of sights
He drank his fill in foreign bars
And had his share of fights

For conflict: he’d seen every kind
Both trivial and grand;
He lastly learned to walk away
And not lash out offhand

An now he sits alone above
The vista spread below:
And breathes the air of wakefulness
In long inhales and slow

For everywhere that Clayton’s been
He’s seen war doesn’t cease:
Unless we end it in ourselves
And find something
Like peace