Let me walk.
Walk ahead.
Walk slow.
Walking onwards, nowhere to go.


Through places bright, yet empty.
Through alleys, cold and unfriendly.
Through death, through life.
And all that exists in the middle.


And then I will stop.
When the journey is over.
And reflect.
On what I saw what I did.


Yet.


I have walked through
And not been.
For I am a walker that is not seen.
Free to look yet not to touch.
Just walk through.
There is no rush.


So like water again I start.
I move.
Walking ahead.
Walking slow.
Yet walking fast with nowhere to go.