The sun was hot and he wished for wind
and a violent storm rolled in,
his mouth felt dry and he wished for rain
and buckets of hail fell from the sky.
His heart felt alone and he wished for company
and bandits lurked around the bend,
his eyelids were falling and he wished for a spruce
and the trees ahead were burnt to the ground.
His gut told him it was better to persevere
than to wish for peace of mind and peaceful times.
