Yet another wandering directionless walk
Destination missing presumed lost, don't talk
Lost in thoughtful wandering who can tell
Am I heaven striding or backsliding into hell?

I ask but the walk refuses to answer
Instead it holds me like a first time dancer
Who counts each steps never looking down
Until  I'm told there's no falling my face won't be thrown

Into the ground, now so freed I slip into stride
The walk starts leaching out my false pride
Sightless its rhythm creates its own spell. 
Heaven ascendant now I’m stepping away from hell.

Until the final tiredness: its rewarding release
Anxiety freed now I embrace the salving peace.
It is solved by walking