That walk amongst thieves,
the spiritual guidance of a seer
apparent in all of their moves.
Notice the eyes,
perhaps downcast in the moment,
who looks a man in the eye,
except that human condition,
that need to clarify, I do exist,
yet, certainly not the purist.
That walk is always certain,
belief in one’s own direction,
without analysis, the stroll is simple,
always without burden,
yet solo in comprehension.