Walk Away, Walkway
A poem
Trepidation's in your steps
But still you never stray.
Why do you take that path?
It's a walk away, walkway.
Bars are meant to define
The captivity you've deemed to pace.
Yet the mind, seemingly free,
Steps in tune with adamancy's place.
W a l k a w a y echoes in a distant ethereal;
Between sounded scrapes of foot and ground, it cancels.
The walkway is now cluttered with same-step litter
And wayside prints so deep it stencils.
It's a walk away, walkway.
Why do you take that path?
W a l k a w a y
W a l k a w a y
W a l k a w a y
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Imani Talim
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