The Vagabond

"Keep on moving!" shouted the booming voice of life. The crack of its whip stung me, mentally. "Just one more step," I thought; it was motivation. A way to keep my legs moving, step after step. Forward, I continue along. How long has it been; how far have I traveled? My feet are sore; the pain stings too much. I must keep walking. "Just one more step." I look around me; nothing is as what it used to be. I'm surrounded by fog and a desolate wilderness. Where are the mighty oaks I once knew, and have they forgotten me? "Just one more step." What awaits me over yonder? Forward, I continue along. Just one more step, ever chasing the setting sun.