All my strides
and legged swing…
My incessancy of gait
has carried me
a thousand miles,
but what I contemplate
is if I’ve run to or fro
or if I’ve run away
If I’m running towards a goal
or if I’m running late
All I know (or think I know)
is the certainty of fate
is leading me somewhere---
My incessancy of gait
I’ve feared and teared a many year,
which is why I’ve run astray
But I wouldn’t be who I am
if it all just went
my way
All my strides,
a’many strides…
My incessancy of mind
is looking forward as I run
just as it looks behind.