Walk? Stroll? Circle.

To dip a foot in the salty sea can almost be a good deed.
There are the highs and the lows. Go fast or slow.
Just try to keep on the path we have walking,
or maybe it's strolling, or something in between.
Because I never quite understood it,
How do you see the new mountains afar?
Do you see them clear and crisp?
Unlike my scrawly blurred sight with the sharp jutting edges dodging through.
The world is spinning but we are still walking in perfect harmony.
Are we lying in the grass;
I feel as if this is just a dream.
Let me know once and,
remind me a second time when I'm distracted.
When you awake, give me a poke.
We'll start the walk all over again.