How To Really Live

He walks through the lush fields of grass, letting it brush his palms as he glides by, a dog sits, and watches him pass, the city grows smaller, and the air is dry. On the boy walks, with nowhere to go, away from the home, that he never had, hitching his way, with nothing to show, "Why", he asks, "is this world so mad?". He is truly happy, and his mind content, he wears walking shoes, that push him on, the sun sets, the world is bent, as it gets dark, all visions are gone. The countryside lay quiet, in the gentle night, by the road, the boy sits by a tree, he can't stay awake, try as he might, but before sleep, he realises, "I'm finally free!"