The Wayfarer.

My feet.

I’d sampled the wares of others too long,

Until I came to find this song.

And there I found a world so deep,

So deep I could no longer see my feet.

But I can feel them, I’m sure.

They’re planted firmly on the floor.

Now all I gotta do is learn to walk,

Then sing, and dance, and sway, and talk.

It’s kinda funny, you know,

All those times I put on a show.

I forgot who I was.

The only reason; just because.

I guess it’s my only regret,

But now I’ll never forget.

For when I’m down and beat,

All I need to feel is my feet.

04/4/11 -- Writing -- 0 Comments


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