When I Walk
Do you ever take the long way?
The way with the shapes and sounds
The one with the wind on your face.
When I walk, the city opens up
I see these layers, once hidden
My shadow, this light, another layer
Just for a moment, this one. Right here.
This light broken into lines
It’s absence is this darkness
When I walk, this sky is like magic
Putting on some kind of show
Waiting to be noticed
When I walk, I am alive.