Every day,
I walk a walk
I walk in the hot,
And in the cold,
I walk on grass,
And on the road
I walk under trees,
And under buildings.

And when I walk I have no whom to talk
So I think thoughts,
Many thoughts
I think so much, that you might think, I ought to sink
From the weight of the thoughts I bear.
But the weight of thoughts can be light
Not heavy with despair.

I thought light thoughts,
Simple thoughts,
Like how trees grow green,
Retreat to red,
Yield to yellow,
Become brown,
And decay to dirt.

But is with me,
What I assume to be with anyone,
The world changing once more,
Peace to war,
And now I think, what I’d rather not think,
For what I think now, could make me sink.

I think heavy thoughts,
Complex thoughts,
Like how folk fight,
Cry out commands,
Fall to the floor,
Bleed out bullets,
And disappear into death.

But is with me,
What I assume to be with anyone,
The knowledge that the world will change
      back to peace,
War will cease,
And I will then think, what I want to think,
For what I think then, can’t make me sink.

I will think light thoughts,
Simple thoughts,
Like how day turns to dawn,

Sun starts to set,
Blue turns to black,
Sun turns to stars,
And it transfers to tranquility.

I will walk a walk every day,
I will walk in the sunlight,
And in the moonlight,
I will walk in the country,
And in the city,
I will think thoughts, many thoughts.
Every day, on the walk that I walk.