Perambulate

Pushing distance underneath,
feet,
discreetly itchy for concrete,
heather and heath.
Firmly attached but protracted belief,
only ever tethered
not fettered,
to need not want,
to feed responsibility,
of a constant inability,
to redress inequality,
frustrated destination,
complicated designation,
maintaining a desperate situation,
building towers and walls
that must surely fall,
on the heads of dictators,
so will us
not fate us
to a bad Facebook status,
as I smile
and the miles lead the way,
to places I've stayed,
and laid,
with my head on the ground
un-betrayed.