I put my fingers in my ears.
Childishly I block it out,
Eyes, catching the cobbles
That forms the pavement
How many tired feet have traipsed this path?
How many tired eyes have thought this thought?
I walked onwards still,
The end not in sight but in aspiration,
Closer than I thought but still not close enough.
It's exhausting, to watch the clock
When you're tired of sleep and tired of walking
It's colder than I remember,
Though winter takes foul weather in its stride.
It's not winter now, though the sun is as dead.
And I keep walking. Step by step.
Invisible. Onwards. Endlessly. Exhausted.