Before I Retire

A thousand miles I walk,

Before I unwind and retire. 

I fold my hands in prayer,

Untie the knots I fear.

I think if all that glows,

But the miles I got to go.

In race with time I flee,

Slow and yet I grow.

Home is what you’re,

In truce is how I feel.

I belong in you, I know!

It’s nothing but surreal.