Ever free
He comes and goes.
The wind that blows
Stays longer than he, is more constant,
Has more repose.
The horizon his destination, he is forever searching
But finds only frustration. Always perching
On the edge of sanity, unsure of reality.
It is only vanity, a fear of mortality,
Which keeps him searching.
Forever searching.
His goal is unknown, nameless, obscure,
Unknowable, unameable, unmapped.
He is trapped.
Unsure, insecure
He journeys evermore.