The city streets
I walk alone
People passing by
With measured steps
And steady gait
No-one meets my eye
They turn without seeing
Away from my path
I journey on with ease
My destination unknown
But what does it matter
My therapy's walking the streets
Through wind or calm
Or rain or shine
Or sun hidden in the clouds
I'll still walk on
My head held high
But alone within the crowds
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