A Man Walks On the Field of Good Harvest

although a man walks on the field of abundance it saddens him because these good crops won’t do any good for him the leaves go roll on the field carried by the wind with no memories the man goes stepping on the leaves as well with no memories worth keeping abundance of the field won’t be a sign for the road ahead, if it’s a light or a shadow to the man who has many rivers to cross the field of abundance is not a hope or a way leading to a promised tomorrow to the man who has many mountains to go over now the man is standing both arms stretched open in the evening glow became an abandoned scarecrow in the middle of a forgotten field