An ongoing saga Feet and the road A tale set in Braga Of the future's code Walking to where Seat bones will creak Talking to spare Wandering thought leak Unsparingly fed Birdsong in beak Deceitfully led From peak to peak Is it with confidence Or just for show Strolling around In circles in tow Clichés none do mind Until they resolve To the way streets are lined Forgotten to dissolve Indicate which direction The next one I'll go No way to see the reflection Of a map, winds do blow