Sui is by my side, will I ever be by Sui's side?

One can only go the distance for so long
          until one ends up burning the maps
        and throwing away the running shoes.
One grows weary, as the leaves, even though
        it may not yet be one's turn to fall.
     It is that one saw too many summers
             in the same year, or is it that the
              summer days all feel the same?
 One wonders, sometimes, how would
           the floor feel like, or if the wind
         would carry us carelessly, and
        how would freedom taste like.
 One never dares, thou, the summer days
          remain all the same (such a shame)
         and autumn may never come.