I'm walking as I write,
When once, one could only think while walking,
Wealthy and erudite,
Now I could talk to my phone as I walk,
Transcribing as I spoke,
Or my thumb could simply stroke the laters,
And I'm just one of the world's simplest folks,
So if walking really moves your juices,
Just like Aristotle,
There's nothing stopping your forward movement,
Just get up and waddle,
To your own truth,
Of the world you live in,
At least you'll have gotten some exercise,
Of both your body and percept-i-on.
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