i’ve always been the traveler of the world

trying to find peace throughout all my storms

dancing to the thunders songs

and the lightning’s warns

silently staring at the moon 

wondering why it sits with the stars

and when the sun peaks back out

i welcome him back with a smile

though deep down i yearn for the night 

why is all the world a blank page

a canvas to draw

a stage to perform

a marathon to run

a test to pass

to each their own; their own love of talk

purpose to staying with breath

not giving up with the fall

when the snow wraps the lands

it isn’t all ended at all?