How he longs to be alone and content

A cool breeze, a warm sun, and a sketchbook.

He craves the water’s salty, calming scent.

“Please carry me off in your winding brook.

I wish to be away from the “same old”,

The life that keeps my eyes dull and wet.

I want to rest in a tree branch’s hold.”

His mind hurts with a stressful singsong, and yet

The journey makes the man as he wanders.

Tears, headaches, and broken hearts make him, him.

And he will look back on his life fonder

But all these hardships pushed him to the brim

The man’s journey feels like it is endless

And the soles of his feet are bruised senseless.