The Journey

Restless minds and the weary hands of a working man.
Forever wandering the various landscapes searching.
For what he does not know, but without, he's unworthy.
Can't look in a mirror or to the skies filled with clouds.
The darkness that follows his journey, pushing him upward bound.
But he feels no change nor hears any sounds, except.
The faint voice that trails throughout these montains.
Echoes in between his heart and soul, leaving him shrouded.
Left with a drive deep within to find what this is about.
The sleepless nights and darker days.
His beaten body fights, to find his true place.