In a world of chaos, he wanders alone,
Through fields of despair, where harsh winds have blown.
His path is uncertain, the skies often gray,
Yet deep in his heart, hope finds its way.

They try to break him, with words sharp as knives,
Casting shadows and doubts, through the threads of his life.
But he stands undeterred, with a spirit so bright,
A beacon of peace in the dead of the night.

Contentment his armor, resilience his guide,
In the storm of existence, he will not hide.
For though he is lost, in the world’s endless maze,
He finds joy in the journey, and strength in the haze.