Ground Zero

. for public domain It is the highway shoulder for me. I care little for flying, and just as much for the sea. Rails? Not in that much of a hurry. Good ol' Ground feels right under my feet. One step at a time, a good gait, easy and neat. Snail's pace feels like less of a worry. And when I stop it does not matter. I get somewhere, a little weary, less fatter. Ails soulful, less my favor curry.