Sometimes, I wonder why it is that I walk,
but I do it often.
Maybe it's for the fresh air.
Maybe it's to get up and get moving.
Maybe it's to notice the beauty of what we usually don't notice.
Maybe, it's for all of those reasons.
Sometimes, though,
I know why I really walk.
It's because sometimes,
when I don't know what else to do,
I can walk,
and if I am walking,
even if I don't know where I am going,
at least I can say that I am moving forward.
