My footprints on the sidewalk
Playfully sneak up
Wishing that I had spent more
Relieving the ways that used to be
what seemed so distant
shall not be congruent to them

What would quench the thirst
This I do not know;
Stay and look out
For something else
Knocking on the pavements
with my shoes, I wait

I run

I jog

I walk before I wait again

I jog

I run

Catching my breath once more
Train of thought follows my footprints
Lingering and simmering within the heat:
Risen too much for relief

Belief is a beautiful armor
Heavy yet still being tugged
shining
glistening
reflecting
Every now and then the cycle repeats
The stoppage can come far later

Enjoy as it lasts,
and carry it
Slinging at the back or not
If it exists -- it must be so