I've been walking for days, it feels like I
need to, I can't stop, craving the top he sees,
he cannot reach it yet. Passed by
some music, turning wheels even ladies

in high heels go faster. I take my time,
enjoy the journey, the end of the tour
I wish to reach is a blessing I so kind-
ly deserve. Still I keep my pace down,

steadily enjoying every single step I take.
This endless, infinite state of walking
is my way of living. I cannot love without
the wait, I cannot belong without a map

and a fixed route. I need these hopeless
days to survive my own **** mind.