Seeker

Quietly walking through misty fields
Admist a cool world, while thick clouds swarm overhead
Gentle grasses sway in the calm breeze
A lone bird flies overhead, crying out, alone

The man walks slowly, without a purpose
He's been searching for a purpose for his whole life
He looks up at the bird, and stops, watching carefully
He shakes his head sadly, and continues to walk, alone

The man continues his quest, seeking what he knows he cannot find
Looking out across the endless fields, knowing nothing is there

Sighing softly, the man continues his treck
He wont find what he's looking for, but he's going to keep seeking

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Scarlatan, in the year 254 AF.