Broken Shoes

I fell in love with innocent vitality,

My feet moved with musical breeze,

To the rhythm of wonder.

And now, my feet, grow tired,

Trying to fill square shoes.

I used to feel,

But now I wear.

Helpful the laces are,

Yet, my soul can barely bare.

The longing to change hope to action,

Hopefully the action still remains.

I want to beat down, crack open,

These unforgivable shoes,

But I still need them.

And so, I grip soles tighter,

While neglecting my own.

A part remembers when all there

Was, was . . . something.

But now, all to seek is the flicker.

I fell in love with innocent vitality,

Will my feet ever return to the wind?