A restless stroll

Something troubled him,

like wind troubles leaves...

So he kept moving
trying to run, trying to flee,
in search of quiet and peace.

In the end, he received neither.

Regardless, he carried on,

hoping someday he'll catch them both

and they'll be his first and last.

One noon, he looked up at the sky

and asked himself, "Why do i have to journey?"

He waited for an answer 

but couldn't hear a voice.

So he looked down at his feet and asked them, "Can you two stop?"

They said in unison, "Yes, we can. Not."

Dejected, he kept walking

like a moron without a cause.

Happened days, weeks, months, years and a lot. 

No moment of glory awaited him

nor a distant village nor a wonderful lass.
Only the beauty of an unrequited future did. 

The poor man walked and walked

till the road disappeared and his minds crossed...

Only to meet that moment of truth

resulting from a lost trail.

The wind caressed his open eyes 

before entering his closed mouth,

while the ground kissed his back,
his soul left a lasting spark.

Even the sun couldn't help smiling at

his lively departure with a dead heart.