Welcome to the hallowed hell of a life...

This is a work that I have not written, but which I have found quite moving. I've asked the writer's permission to post it, and thus it has found its way here.

Welcome to the hallowed hell of a life
Bookmarked by nothing
Thinkless, thankless, loveless, and alone
A life and love wasted
Chased by the thought
     that this is all there is
But I feel the wind blow
     and I know
What it is I've been missing
    for all these years, just
Listen.
To the breeze and the trees
    and feel that you are
          finally
Complete.

And all we know is
    all we are
And we learn from the trains
      and the planes
             and the cars
But everything moves past
Too fast to see
So we get the Readers Digest
     version of beauty
That's why I travel
     on my own two feet
And listen to the beat
And the rhythm of the earth
    Stronger, and deeper, and better
Than anything you or I
Could create on our own
Even the flow of this poem
Is kept to the beat
Of the thousands of feet
Of those thinking, and
   walking
All over the globe
     no one is ever alone.