The cool wind was a delightful touch.
Gentle, upon my face.
I walk when I am lost.
Ultimately, I just want to find a way
somewhere, surprising.
Every time,
I come home temporarily soothed,
and collected.
Observably more inspired.
Yet I am still lost.
Now more than ever
lacking a purpose.
Tomorrow, I may walk even longer.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
The cool wind was a delightful touch.
Gentle, upon my face.
I walk when I am lost.
Ultimately, I just want to find a way
somewhere, surprising.
Every time,
I come home temporarily soothed,
and collected.
Observably more inspired.
Yet I am still lost.
Now more than ever
lacking a purpose.
Tomorrow, I may walk even longer.
© Danny Mak 2016
