Sunday, 18 July 2010


it used to be an outlet of expression
somewhere to walk when the souls of my feet blistered
but blisters burst and the soul cracks
so i bought the shoes to cover my soul
i was a puppet master of myself and string pulled and
i walked on more painful ground and grew the pretender
so many things objectives and dreams with all the unnecessary's
disappeared as wounds
with these shoes i could walk any distance
but it was framed on appearance
so i untied the laces which once held me close to you
and admired for what exists that was honest and true.

bit of impro'