walk with me.. br you and me, not separate br our poem is totality br and our poetry, br is all months, br from january.. br to december. br walk with me.. br where to decide br the strings of poetry br mixed with both, br the guitar's strings br and the strings.. br of all seasons. br walk with me.. br it's me, who guides br to all strings, br which said no br and refused to sleep br but refused not.. br to dream. br walk with me.. br i'm still to wait br for all strings, br walking in time br and resisting, br being jailed.. br in the guitar.