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

…