Sometimes I Like to Go Walking

Written by: Terrell Martin

Sometimes I like to go walking 
In search of a quiet place
To free myself for a little while
From the entanglements of this race.
Occasionally, I find myself, running
In circles of modern-day-dreams;
Making ends meet in the fields or the streets
Is indubitably more difficult than it seems.
On the surface so simple and easy:
Do your duty and follow the crowd;
Be there on time and eventually you’ll find
Success, if you’re lucky somehow.  Sometimes
I like to go walking
In search of a quiet place
Where trees grow high way up to the sky
And the winds pass gentle on my face.  Still looking
Towards the illusively fading horizon ahead
Outward bound beauty beyond
Imagination’s Siren call I’m led.
Into the streets past cars and buses
Towards rivers wide with railroad trusses.  Crossing over
Shore to shoreline, present to past,
Today, tomorrow, slow to fast.  Following
That still small voice within, sometimes
I like to go walking now and then.