Feet stinging with the pain of my enduring walk Blister on blister ready to pop Fire, in between red raw toes No escape for another ten miles Tendons stretched beyond nature Aches and strains A rucksack packed far too much with lifes 'necessities' Cans of food, drinks wrapped in aluminium Kilo upon kilo of excessive tare As sweat pours in rivers Into my irritating chaffing underwear Step leads to step stumbling, tripping Raising and lowering Legs heavy lactic overdose Not intoxicating Draining Coming closer to the end I can see my goal Not a plush hotel Or comfortable bed No sturdy frame Or forgiving mattress Canvas placed precariously Upon a bumpy rock laden plot Ah! Walking is just so much fun I feel so fit, unburdened I could run and run Madness invades my waking hours Insanity clouds my dreams It is intolerable to believe that Walking so far is anything close to enjoyment It is not Inside my muscle...