A Walk Sick of the city, I take a long walk Inside myself. I meet the masses coming back From the heart, bound For the extremities. They don’t Recognize me. I’m like that King who disguised himself In rags to go Amongst his populace. Maybe He asked a man in a tavern What he thought Of the king and smiled to learn that He was beloved Or despised. It’s too far. I’ll never get there. To the heart, I mean. I should head back. It’s getting darker.
A Walk
A Walk
A Walk
A Walk Sick of the city, I take a long walk Inside myself. I meet the masses coming back From the heart, bound For the extremities. They don’t Recognize me. I’m like that King who disguised himself In rags to go Amongst his populace. Maybe He asked a man in a tavern What he thought Of the king and smiled to learn that He was beloved Or despised. It’s too far. I’ll never get there. To the heart, I mean. I should head back. It’s getting darker.