Walking

Walking is such hard work sometimes,
To put one foot in front of the other,
requires motivation.
For what though?
Why am I walking?
Where am I going?

Can someone tell me why,
why am I still trying?
Where am I still going?
Long, endless, broken roads
continue, infinitely, and
sad, hopeless, broken people,
are everywhere.

To put one foot in front of the other,
requires motivation.
Give me some,
send me motivation.
Tell me why I should bother.
Though, the fact that I am asking,
Is hopeless enough.

Roadside grass was once so green,
it's a dull shade of olive now.
No life, no rhythm,
where is the beauty?
The sky, once so blue,
It's empty though, if you really think
about it. About everything.

I like to look up when I walk,
better than seeing my shadow.
Dim skies and blank heavens,
Thoughts don't exist upward.
Walking is such hard work sometimes,
when I could just lay down,
and stare.

Why am I still walking?