Peacefully sitting in the square

Not having to be here nor there

I know not where the path will take me

But I will continue walking, and breathe in the air

The wind whips, whips and dances with my hair

But I continue on; walking with a blank stare

I do not walk slow like the tortoise

Nor fast like the hare

I only walk with a purpose; and beat my snare

Signed,

A Wandering WILB