The trouble with walking so far is getting back.
Every gate I open has to be closed in case I set the beasts free.
Every footprint retrod in a different way.
All the effort with none of the anticipation.
A glance to check only my shadow follows.
The world is big and I am small.
The day has turned tail with me.
I’m back to the safe and known,
I’m back to something new and unknown.