Solemn Quest

What will be remembered of the manWho flees it all for nothing but the fleeWho drifts upon the nearest breeze he canAnd questions not the path that sets him free

And who’s to say the place where treasure liesIs lost afar or hidden in his handsOr which will look the sweeter to the eyesThat search for what no other understands

And maybe all the harmony he cravesTo calm the ebbing seas within himselfIs not the distant calling of the wavesBut all along the solemn quest itself