blisters.

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'