I Walk
I walk these streets,
These deserted roads.
These paths and walkways,
Yes, these I know.
And they’re always looking,
Carefully watching these roads.
Yet I walk by unnoticed,
My true identity unknown.
I stagger down this dirt pathway,
My way, ever bound for home.
Those other streets I notice,
Always lit with moony glow.
But if I were to jog them,
I’d end up here again, I know.
For I walk these roads for healing,
And I walk these roads for strength.
These roads I need, these roads I love,
Well worn, I stride this length.
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