Philosopher

Lost in thought…
his gait was fraught…
with demons as he stumbled forth…
His mind was set…
on all those steps…
he took to trip upon the next…
Buried by troubles…
and in the rubble…
still he tries to solve the puzzle…
of where his youth…
fixated on truth…
fled, absconding with his muse…
And what was she to him?
And he to her?
he’ll never learn, the philosopher.