Today, I just move, no grand design,
No map to follow, no perfect line.
I step where the earth is soft and bare,
I go where the wind forgets to care.
I move like rivers that seek the sea,
Like roots that wander beneath the tree.
Not chasing purpose, not seeking why,
Just walking beneath an open sky.
And if I falter or lose the way,
Still, my feet will find the clay.
For movement itself is reason enough,
To rise, to stumble, to call it love.
