i have something terrible to say:
a restitution is what i need;
bring back my senses,
bring back the spring in my walk.
many moons ago my feet were calloused
as i have always followed my own path,
i took no comfort in easy street.
don't hold my hand,
for a hardy peregrinator i am.
let me instead
fly as a mettlesome eagle,
and rise to heights i've always dreamed.
oh it's easy
now that you are with me. but my feet
require no cane, and my wings, no wind.
so let me walk, and let me fly.