The walk to the Finish Line

I walk to the finish line

nobody can push me faster

than I want to go

nobody can stop me

nobody can hurry me

This is not a race for me

but a walk

a walk on a clear

sunday evening

home

because I walk

with no one

and for no one

other than my self

I walk alone

I do not want companions

they are only an extra mouth

to feed

I do not walk

the way men tell me to walk

I do not desire

they tell me

I only ask

they let me walk

my own way

and they walk

there way

I walk

at my pace

to the finish line

and there

I die

at my own pace