me and er

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