Walking

With words instead of actions, with dreams instead of reality, or it would seem so...

Walking my line by choice and with no discretion.

The days, and months blur with no definition, thank God, if one exists. 

A small sample of life, I call it my existence.

The comfort of comfort, most wouldn't, and don't recognize it.
With one foot in front of the other, I'm still walking.
My choice, my road.