The end

Today, the decision has been made.
I quit.
I will forget now, following my new roads.
Cause you 've nothing good to offer and I know what I deserve.
I salute you, though I never really got to know who you are.
But I won't remain in the dreams.
My reality is waiting and you
-at least for the present-
are not part of it.
As for the hope that we might come in touch some day,
let it be.
It may be erased some day,
some day I won't care any way.
And if you, surprisingly, have something for me,
prove it.
I am not the hunter.
I am a traveller.