the wanderer

The Wanderer

His marriage was of the middle-class type
the house bought years ago had trebled in value
which his wife liked to point out.
Of course, few people actually own a house
as they pay the mortgage, ownership is an illusion.
He was an average man with a good job, lived
a good life, fucked his wife every Saturday night
after drinking wine when the loins stirred.
He was not happy he was sad, thought life
had a better thing to offer and walked away.
Through towns and villages, he wandered to find
the elusive that gave existence meaning.
A quiet man, which many think is profound
when it is bewildering, the lack of grasping
the fatality of the truth.
He walked through many lands and saw rebellions
that didn’t register as he looked inwards like
He was blind; when he finally stopped walking
lived in a hut, he realized life is basically boring.