the man walked toward nowhere,
for their was no end
he walked towards eternity
leaving everything behind
his soul was cracked
oh the sorrows he was put through
he said it was a way of life
but that was what he told himself
there was no river
no water, no dust
no trees, no plants
the wind had flown away in another direction
but this was his choice,
it was what he wanted
was it not?
it was the decision he made
the man kept walking,
he kept breathing,
he never looked back,
he never regretted his choice
giving up/losing hope