He walked and he walked through the long night
peering through darkness and looking left and then right.
He searched with a light that hung
like an orb in the sky and was ever so bright,
looking for the day that never ends.
He walked on on his own and sometimes with friends
they upturned the stones and chanted ancient old runes.
Walked one hundred and eight times round the mountain Kailash
and the moon came round and around again,
as he looked for the day without end.
He walked over the glacial flows at the pole
to the top of the earth and beyond.
And the stars guided his quest to the ends of the Earth
since he had sworn he would never give in,
in his quest for the day with no end.
He walked with the light in his eyes
shining stronger with every step that he took.
And the night that had shrouded his look
could no longer find anyway in,
as he searched for the day that won't end.
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