He was walking on the hilly road,
Where his dark thoughts overflowed,
Where everyone expected him to fear,
He kept walking until the end was near.

He turned his back at an old tree
Where it defined someone's history,
Where all the dark thoughts disappear,
He kept walking until the end was near.

He stopped at the highest peak,
Where everyone considered him a freak,
Where nobody was his dear,
He kept walking until the end was near.

He kept walking on the same hilly road,
Where he wrote this old ode,
Where his inner voice became more clear,
He kept walking until the end was near.

He finally reached his destination,
Where he prayed for his salvation,
Where no one to question, no one to interfere,
He kept walking until the end was near.

He jumped from the mountain,
Where the world would have look like a fountain,
Where no one to shed a tear,
He realised his end was near
© CaptainPat04