Walking Towards Nothing

I enjoy walking.

Step by step I move through time.
Right then left,
Each foot moves together, paired like rhyme.
There are no roads that I wish to travel,
I simply walk in a line.
The destination does not matter,
I only want to enjoy my time.
Alone with my thoughts and nature's beauty,
The distance I travel matters not, truly.
I love walking,
An act so ordinary most don't think of it.
I love walking,
Loving something so simple, I would have never dreamt of it.