How do you breathe
Like the lungs inside of me
How do you see
With two eyes, a blue pristine
I can imagine how your waves would feel beneath a winter sun
I, I am dragging both my feet to read the pages by Thoreau
Walden, you are calling out to me
Walden, I can hear you talk to me
I went a walkin'
Towards a bend that gave me memories of home
But I heard a rumblin'
Of a freeway so near it shook my soul
How can a person in this day and age escape to wooded homes
How, how did Henry find a peace so far away from all the world
That penetrates at every turn
Walden, you are you calling out to me
Walden, through these keys, you speak to me
Though I've never read your pages, I think I might come to find many woes
Tucked away asleep in blankets thrown on them once I learn what you once told
Henry David when he stayed a while writing why he confided in your shores
And though for now I've yet to know
I've got a book from a friend
And your name is written on its face
And so I promise you one of these days
I'll read the page