Sauntering Along Poem by Dauntless Aberrants

I saunter.
The same long road,
Tarred or otherwise.

I saunter.
Passers’ by, the same,
Only the faces and their second skins change.

I saunter.
The start and the finish, the same
Only the routes change.

I saunter.
The aim is the same,
Only the bout changes – sometimes long, otherwise short.

I saunter.
The time is the same.
Only the darkness varies – Sometimes dark, otherwise darker.

I saunter.
The thoughts aren’t the same.
The frequency, the amplitude, the intensity, all change.

That is why, I saunter.