One step. then another and another.
Where are we going to?
Go ask your brother.
But he ain’t here.
He’s miles away.
One step then another.
Whittle time it never stays.
Just one step then another.
Hear the clickety clack.
No real destination.
Just keep pulling away from the station.
Time falls away.
Stretches out and yawns.
One step then another.
Only way to get gone.
No time for arrival.
No where to arrive.
Just one step and then another.
Until we are finally there.
This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.
On Walking
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