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

Onwards. Endlessly.

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.