When I Go Walking

My head is my haven,

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my mind my retreat.

And when I go walking,

It’s not on concrete.

 

The sun may be shining;

the cloud coverage full,

but when I go walking,

there’s never a lull.

 

My thoughts; they are spinning,

my emotions, quicksand.

So when I go walking,

it’s on slippery land.

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