walk

Walking

by McCutcheon
Movement is motion,

RIGHT

Not thoughts of devotion,

RIGHT

I’m walking down the street,

RIGHT

I look at my torso-legs-and my feet,

RIGHT

it gets so cold on the outside

as the wind blows from november skies

The leaves blowing in the wind,

RIGHT

But,

RIGHT

i can’t look inside my head

but like fall leaves that don’t fall

it’s all dead

Who’s driving the machine,

RIGHT

The pilot on the scene,

RIGHT

I’m walking down the street,

RIGHT

One foot in front of another

First a left and then,

RIGHT
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