We could go on a walk,
You and I,
And it wouldn’t be round the block
Or a quick run to the library;
Nay, we would go where our feet
Would take us to,
Far from the chaos, of our lives.

We could go on a walk,
You and I,
We could take it slow,
And find what we could find;
Under the moss laden rocks,
And the soggy, once dried leaves.
We could hear the birdsong,
And the snapping of dried twigs,
Breathe in for one moment,
And forget that we exist.

We could go on a walk,
You and I,
Instead we stay inside,
Under this blanket,
That is both our cocoon
And our bane;
I know you wonder,
And keep doing so,
About all that must remain
Obscured under a shroud,
If we are to stay sane,
We could go on a walk,
You and I,
And pretend we are,
A stitch in the flawless pattern,
On this tapestry of mundane.