WALKING

sometimes I feel as if i can walk forever

I leave the house invigorated by the departure

feeling free at last as if I had been restrained, kept inside by some invisible hand or command

I rush forth into the weather that is always a surprise

neither good nor bad

just different

I welcome the influx of nature

where I pretend

I can walk as far as I see

and beyond

But

I live in a jail, a huge jail

every moment, every step defines and limits me

I interact with what is

always

in search of what

is yet to be

I am on the cusp of non existence while existing exquisitely

with every breath

I don’t want to go back

I don’t want to stop

but I must

and I will

because

there is always an end

and another end

before

The End.