Weary Traveler

And woe is he who never found his way. Many a hand had tried to guide him, but weary was he that they might lead him further astray. He who was born betrayed could not recognize loyalty. People come and go like the tide. But it was love that blew away like the wind. And there he was, nothing but a grain of sand in the desert. No water to drink, no food to eat, no sense for direction. When it was that he should see a light in the distance, he would approach carefully. He inhales with hope that the light is for him. But every night, before he closes his eyes to sleep, the light is gone once again.