A walk

I used to think that
"Enjoying a walk"
Meant feeling
Some sort of exuberant joy
And anything less
Meant
A failure
To enjoy the walk

As i struggle to steal
A few minutes to myself
Everyday
When I can just
Collect my thoughts

I realize that
A walk needn't
Be felt intensely
Or have you
Soaring with joy
Every time

A walk
Is just some time
To wallow in your thoughts
Which is
A rare luxury
For an adult....

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