Solemn Quest

What will be remembered of the man
Who flees it all for nothing but the flee
Who drifts upon the nearest breeze he can
And questions not the path that sets him free

And who’s to say the place where treasure lies
Is lost afar or hidden in his hands
Or which will look the sweeter to the eyes
That search for what no other understands

And maybe all the harmony he craves
To calm the ebbing seas within himself
Is not the distant calling of the waves
But all along the solemn quest itself