Monday, April 16, 2007

Walk

The wide blue highway
Or a narrow winding road,
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking.

Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do

The tender desert sand
Or a hard rocky mountain
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking

Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do

The taut tight rope
Or loose corridors of power
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking

Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do

Portals of hallowed learning
Or lessons learnt on street
It doesn’t really matter
As long as you’re walking

Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do

The wild side of life
Or the straight and narrow path
It doesn’t really matter
As long as you’re walking

Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do

Walk

1 comment:

Benedict G said...

portals of hallowed learning or learning on the streets... I like it. I like the crisp presentation of walk. somehow the feeling of getting up a keep walking - lancelot type - dont really bother of what happens around.. very inspiring... far away from the friggin johnny walker type of walkin