Poetic Tales and Philosophical Days: The Creator

Traveller of Roads

Oh what does his feet walk upon the road for they have travelled so far away from what he called home.
  For the sun that beats down on him with the heat to the cold moon that chills him to the bone.
  For the rain that drowns his heart to the snow that freezes his soul will he ever stop?
  From the flat roads that drag him endlessly from dusk to dawn or to the roads that feel like mountains that tires him out so quick.
  Does he ever rest? Does he even sleep or eat?
   Roads of unending destiny that drives the soul of people to find promise in their life why does it make you so smooth, rough and rugged on our feet?
  Do you challenge us? Or Do you want us to fail?
Why take the time from us as we walk, run and jog our way to this promise?
  We are travellers and nomads moving from point A to point B, we determine our lives through the roads we cross and when we finally stop we have found our destiny waiting for us no matter the place, time or weather for that destiny will always be there for us to have.