Dust kicked upon the same tired path, his beating heart heavy and anxious
Long has it been, that he contemplated the meaning of these things
The meaning of every breath, every moment, good or bad
Faith he had held on to despite all his fears, over the last many days
Yet recently his walk wasn't the same, there was a proverbial gait to his step
Something was missing, The absence of the voice he had followed out of the darkness
Though he was sure it hadn't silenced, Rather the voices inside had deafened him so
Weary from falling down, back swollen from the luggage he has kept
Eyes burning from walking the wrong way, lost on a perfectly clear day
Just then, he stopped, closing his lids, he listened intently
He hit his knees in that wide open field, nothing surrounding except silence and blue sky
He called out to his God, the Man in the Clouds, He called out with all his earthly might
He felt a calmness, and he found that he was finally ready to let it all go
From this moment he would give everything in search of the Way
This moment when all others had failed, It was now or never
No turning back, the voices in his head had ravaged his once sound mind
New life and a new beginning, when all other things have failed
He collapsed in the soft grass and lay still, listening to the patter of his beating heart
No longer would he care about what couldn't be fixed, only on what he could mend
Some time swept by, A cool breeze poured over the majestic field
To feel like small children on those ancient sunny summer days
To run through the field, never slowing down, cool grass brushing his refreshed feet
What he had been searching for had been here all along, he had refused to remain still
Sleep came as his heart slowed, For once in forever he slept without dream
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