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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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