Backpack on shoulder,

The air got colder,

Traveling out bolder,

The small hope holder, 

 

In the land full of vicious,

He, imagining dreams delicious,

 

Strange voices there,

An insect climbing here,

He still walking without care,

Walked as if it's his lair,

 

Intentionally got lost,

"Life's a small cost"

 

Home he came,

To live a natural game,

Left the urban as claim,

"My decision, mine is the blame"

 

 

For wild he had a spark,

Lost in the dense dark.