I want to walk, not around a park, or on, a beach
Where would I end up?
I do not care, I just need to walk
To go and never look back
A Cliché, I know
Truth sometimes, has no unique identity of its own
I have no money, I will survive on my wits, my instinct
If only I trusted my instinct before!
To walk is what I’m gonna do
As long as I keep moving
I’ll be Ok
I’ll be me
I’ll be free