The journey of the search, purpose,
paved the roads to the
silent, and serene resting place.
Tracing back to the origin
to follow the pointless years ahead
filled with disappointment, and destituteness.
The months marched in a row,
the weeks walked fast,
the days dazzling with sunshine,
the nights not leaving anything unturned,
the winter winds bringing all the unholdable thoughts,
and clearing the air to view the farthest star,
I can look at the star all night,
but can’t see it.