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.