In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
I go out walking
I go out walking
I see the world
from the point of view
of my neighborhood
one more step
in front of the other
in front of houses
of stone and wood
and there are flowers
there are trees
there are kids
who've scraped their knees
there are lots
of things to see
that I barely even notice
I go out walking
most everyday
movement of legs
and knees and feet
crossing over
paths of dirt
sidewalks made
of old concrete
from 1911
a long long time ago
by Jefferey Buxton
way back when
I'd like to think
that he's our friend
keeping us in focus
I go out walking
I count my steps
on a wristwatch
on my left wrist
back when I
was just a kid
I never could have
imagined this
it's more than movement
it's being outside
even though
I want to stay in
I want improvement
to hit its stride
it's the only way
a loser can win
it's not hocus pocus
I go out walking
it's what I do
if you ever want
there's room for you
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