Face red of wind, hands dry of cold air.
Once longing for the warmth of home,
now the frost is your comfort.
The longer your stride, the safer you feel,
Further from fear and worry.
Here you can breath, long and deep,
thoughts inexistant, peaceful nothingness their replacement.
No goal, no destination,
no expectations, no disappointment.
Pace becomes dull as you approach the corner,
the corner leading back to reality.
The reality leading back to life,
Life leading back to this moment.
This moment is not a choice...
so we walk the street.
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