Walk with me in this field of dust
Of smoke, and rocks, and metal rust
With paths paved out in parallel lines
One leads the way, the other sings a rhyme
As we place our steps, one after another
Stick side-by-side like baby otters
Everything is bearable when you are near
This world feels lighter with you, my dear
We’ll share laughter beneath the skies so wide
And trade old tales with the turning tide
Though the roads may be far and grand
Swear we'll be fine, as you're holding my hand
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 3:23 PM UTC
Walk with me in this field of dust
Of smoke, and rocks, and metal rust
With paths paved out in parallel lines
One leads the way, the other sings a rhyme
As we place our steps, one after another
Stick side-by-side like baby otters
Everything is bearable when you are near
This world feels lighter with you, my dear
We’ll share laughter beneath the skies so wide
And trade old tales with the turning tide
Though the roads may be far and grand
Swear we'll be fine, as you're holding my hand
A poem inspired by the quote "We're all just walking each other home. -Ram Dass ".
