There’s a man at the top of the hill
Just sitting
Maybe he’s resting-
His tired limbs, tired body
Carrying such a heavy soul
So close to the sky.
Maybe he’s reflecting-
His mind stuck wandering
Between past and present
And all the things he would change.
Maybe he’s retiring-
Giving up on the life
That was so harsh to him
Starting a new one in tune with nature.
I don’t know why he’s there.
Maybe he doesn’t either.