His destination is all he saw when he begun,
oblivious to the beauty of the setting sun.
Best is what ruled his mind.
“The good, the better are something that please a blind.”
Not for a minute he stopped,
To chat with a croony or even to eat.
“Gossip is something alien to me.”
Aeons is how long it took for him to see,
Happy is something he could always be.
The goal he set became a cage,
Blinding him from the love that the nature gave.
Besides the lake, now he rests,
Finally a break from the long journey to be the best.
For now he knows, he has completed his quest.
©The Honest Fabler