My Long Walks to Nowhere

I like to take long walks to nowhere,
I don’t walk like a tortoise nor run like an hare,
I start with no purpose and I go from right there,
To a place unknown,uncharted, with a song and a prayer,
In my walks I encounter many new places spots of charm,
Away from the loud city noise, more of a quiet farm,
In my walks many strange visions I see weird and bizarre,
Piccolo players singers and even a man playing guitar,
I do not mind as I walk with my shoe box tied to a string,
On my long walks to nowhere when winter turns to spring,