Being Real

Being Real (on flickr)

Standing alone, standing firm,
Under the noon sun here I take term
Of the right to use the route
To move the things wanted not
To a place where second life awaits.

This is my way of being real:
Keep walking no matter how I feel.
Immortality I may achieve; second life I may have.
But, does it matter after all?
At the end,
Isn't that one great thing we can all achieve
Through "keep walking"
Is being real?