Seventeen syllables for those who are lost

Feeling his childish sense of wonder penetrating the very rock he stepped on, for only a moment, he felt as if he were almost whole. It all came down moments later, when he realized that no one was there to share this moment with him. It shouldn’t be a surprise, not really. It’s always been like this. Wilbur was a Totem, he was the incarnation of dreams and hope. For all that humans clamor and worship him, he always has been lost. It’s ironic, really. The god of hope, completely hopeless from birth.______________________or, Wilbur is a wanderer god, responsable for the lantern that carries hope. After eons of walking nonstop, he meets quite the unusual trio, and maybe, he finds out that you can be a wanderer and not be lost.or or, My attempt at writting something cool using haiku poetry. Each chapter is named after a Haiku poet, and the beginning notes have a poem for each. The tree sentences that compose a haiku poem should appear throughout the chapter.________________Please, forgive any mistakes. English is not my native language and this is the first fic I've ever written.