He’s on a journey where the path is difficult and the destination unknown. He walks, mile after mile, reaching nowhere, being lost, alone, disheartened, and tired. All he seeks is solace to the heart, to be in a place where he can rest his tired feet, a place to lie his head, a place he can be ‘himself’,
his home,
his destination.

But he soon realises that this feeling of content, is just a lie, like a mirage in a desert. He knows that there is no place where he will truly be accepted, where he can fly like a free bird in the sky.

He feels trapped in the cage of relationships, commitments, and responsibilities. He’s lost his smile. Now, he waits for his end to come, where, one day, in his sepulchre where his body would rest, contented, to finally be away from the dejection, the regret, the sorrow.
For now, he, in this flesh and blood trudge to the places he is not supposed to be.