Steps and Strides
Walk. Take steps and feel movement.
Take breaths and then loosen,
Each step you start losing,
Weight, burdens, anything useless,
Only muscles move and oxygen produces,
Clean mind, solid ground,
Familiar streets and sound,
To build up just to see it down,
Why now? Why not then?
Why not when I was better off,
It would’ve been easier paying the cost,
No choice but to get lost,
Get gone and make tracks,
Fuck the sad songs,
And all the looking back,
It’s been too long,
My shoes can attest to that,
So it’s back to the back pack,
Two dogs and a long walk,
This is all in ever had.
Some day seem better than others. I've been in and out of places for the last 5 years. Nothing ever staying steady for longer than a couple months. So when I try to stick my roots down deep and I end uprooted. I drift. Wherever. Whenever. However.
