Courageous He

They knew nothing of his whereabouts.
All they found was his silence written in the diary.
No address mentioned. Only reasons to flee.
Search never paused nor stopped.
Yet they entered empty handed.
He flung here and there leaving no clue. Unforgettably he left traces of his steps.
They made all the efforts to reach him.
He left all but his unsaid past buried,
With time passing his moments.
His inscribed words becomes a story.
They told and retold amongst them,
His war against their system.
They knew they were wrong,
And wrong was they preached and taught.
Out of their anticipation he did the work.
Left the note of vacating his jar worm,
With a leaf and little soil to help it live,
Was what he wanted to show them,
Of how they made a robot of breaths,
With a heart that worked without directed.
They knew now a thing to happen,
That was certain to have occured.
They hung his diary in pages of thoughts,
Mend their ways of making humans better.
He sat on the cliff looking at the lights,
Of the city he dreamt of in days before.