His struggle to find inner peace
Tranquility left far behind in the bushes he couldn't see.
His search for demulcent voice on the run.
Inscribed in the book about hope
Like a sigil in a magic contract
Inscient and blinded was his mind
His beating heart alluring for broken pieces to be back together.
He's on the run .
Until he finds what he's looking for .
He'll always be on the run .