A man walks into the wild.
Surrounded by the untouched pieces of nature.
Taken back from the pure beauty of existence.
Enjoying the life at hand.
The hand given to him by mother nature.
Like the skill he created for himself when he needed a fire.
Like the passion for pursuing the dream he desired.
As he walks further into the wild, he becomes the only child.
Living for himself and forgetting about everything left behind.
A lonely road and this he knows.
Wondering if it's worth the sacrifice.
Wondering if there is more to life.
Feeling that maybe he's wondered too far into the distance.
But his curiosity keeps him walking.
Searching for something to fill his soul.
Looking for someone to help him feel at home.
But he'll never know, because he continues walking deeper into the wild.
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I Have No Idea What I'm Doing
PoetryThis collection of poems is coming straight from my heart. I figured this would be the best way to introduce myself to this community of writers. I'm really excited to share my thoughts with you and hopefully give you some inspiration.
