keep walking

by walterdoege

and I keep walking…it’s good to sense the breathing…the feet on the ground…the soul in heaven…walking through nights and days…to stand for a while in a little hut…sensing a bit of peace…somehow I’m searching for nothing…I’m sharing good ones…such a soothing sentiment…sitting in my rockingchair…at my little hut…sensing peace…walking in my own pace…ridding all through the nights and days…on my rockinghorse…as in my childhood…the photo on my house…me, my mother and my father…I was in my rockinghorse…and all of us were happy…I’m not more a ridder, although I ride very well…I’m still a ridder in my imagination…where almost all begins, with no end