I Walk

I walk these streets, These deserted roads. These paths and walkways, Yes, these I know. And they’re always looking, Carefully watching these roads. Yet I walk by unnoticed, My true identity unknown. I stagger down this dirt pathway, My way, ever bound for home. Those other streets I notice, Always lit with moony glow. But if I were to jog them, I’d end up here again, I know. For I walk these roads for healing, And I walk these roads for strength. These roads I need, these roads I love, Well worn, I stride this length.