Earth's Walk

Though I'm a sojourner, Though I'm on a pilgrimage, It's not a stealth walk, It's not a purposeless race, My grip must be firm on the brace, I must be an astute runner, Unruffled by life's plummet, Still holding firm my racket, Life is like a bird’s plumage, It’s true form is beyond the surface, Much more needs to be conquered on the inside, Than can be seen on the outside, It’s a battle of wits, It’s not a conquest with stave, It’s a palace for the brave.