Walker

I am a walker watching the world run by

A confused poet in a room full of confident writers

I take it slow—not a novel approach.

I am a thinker in a world of proclaimers

An opponent of hate in a field full of thorns

I open my mind—never ready for the abundance of criticism.

I am a listener in a world full of talkers

A sensitive soul in an environment of uptight objectors

I open my ears—not a common response.

I am a giver in a world full or takers…

A destroyer in a world full of makers…

A dreamer in a world full of nightmares.

I am a zombie with a heart that beats in secret

A master in reviving dead dreams devoid of hope

I take in the fresh air—it keeps my flesh on a path of regeneration.

I am a spirit in a world obsessed with flesh

A wondering ghost that seeks a destination unseen

I never give up hope—the journey moves inevitably and undeniably onward.

I am a walker when the world says get in line--never in a hurry to win someone else’s race.