Along the ridge
He ran and ran,
Away and away from the world – cruel,
In the direction of infinite vastness

Did he really?
Or was it just a veil,
Towards the backdoors of racketeering and trafficking
Was running away, and away, the solution; eh?

He was found dead
In days 3,
Besides the river bedrock
Covered in holes read and moss down under

Did he reach his destiny?
Or did he just run and run and run
Away, far away, far far away,
To the place he wanted to?