As You Walk

As you walk, from the very start, until you reach what you ought to reach, until your feet sores and stops, hear me.

As you walk, there will come a point when you thought you're already halfway there, but then you realize the horizon is an exasperating illusion.

As you walk, you'll also bypass ruins, so careful not to catch those falling embers, cause you're made of gasoline. If you know what I mean.

As you walk, you'll figure out that you walk alone, but in a crowd of strangers, bypassing, running across crossroads thoughtlessly, and you'll hate them.

As you walk, don't forget you'll cross bridges too, though it's your choice to go around it, but it's never about falling in the pit. Still, I wonder why we still do.

As you walk, you'll hear my voice saying these words, and you'll remember why my voice sticks around so much, and hate me or love me for it.