I keep on walking, walk, walk, and walk.
I love to walk to go to places, I’ve never been,
Places I’ve never been, or have been or just passed by.
On gravel, the pavement, and on the sand.
I keep on walking towards a destination,
Unmarked, undiscovered, untouched and unexplored
In an Almanac in this world, in this life time,
Or maybe another world, in another lifetime, I don’t recall.
I keep on walking to free the mind and think.
In search of cues and answers to life’s mysteries,
To clear the mist, the darkness, and obscurities
That may help me to decode, learn and cope.
I keep on walking to tire this body
To feel the coils of my being exhausted and worn,
Melt tensions that I carry on my shoulders.
As I grasp and fight for each precious breathe.
I keep on walking to fight the lonely,
To get lost or be found in my melancholy,
To places I’ve never been, have been or just passing by
to carry me to the unknown, the undiscovered, I go and walk.