Wandering Existence

The quest for excellence is a lonely one

And he had been on it for as long as he could remember

He took a lot of chances, and sacrificed a lot

But stayed on the path, inching closer, getting farther

For the path is very tricky, it shows you the trophy

But it takes from you the joy to hold it

The closer he got the less inclined he was to achieve it

For as the distance shortened so did the meaning of the journey

Then he saw her, a little girl, arms wide open, fresh as the early morning dew

Standing in a prairie field, embracing the world with an open heart

And in that moment he knew what happiness was

A smile on her face

It changed him, he began to see the meaning, the meanings that were long lost

He knew why he was going, where he was going

Everything he did was important because it ensured her happiness

And in turn his happiness

She was the meaning he was looking for,

In a world that had become mathematics, she was the art

She had weathered storms and stood true,

She was the purest thing in the world

Whatever happened in past could not be changed, but healed

Though He could not let a single shadow of grief fall over her ever again

She was his salvation, his meaning to continue the fight

She was his reason, And will always be.