Crackling of a flame
Recollection of a name
I peer down,
Each foot is casted in grey
Descending, casting soot
One before the other foot
I trudge along,
Leaving behind a trail of smudges.
Turned to filth as I pace back and forth- and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.
Now, my pants are filthied.
Another task unto-
Dusting off hands, washing pants, and mopping floors,
preceding the wonder of taking a chance.
The everlasting dance of too much to do
**** I never cleaned my shoes
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 1:03 PM UTC
Crackling of a flame
Recollection of a name
I peer down,
Each foot is casted in grey
Descending, casting soot
One before the other foot
I trudge along,
Leaving behind a trail of smudges.
Turned to filth as I pace back and forth- and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.
Now, my pants are filthied.
Another task unto-
Dusting off hands, washing pants, and mopping floors,
preceding the wonder of taking a chance.
The everlasting dance of too much to do
**** I never cleaned my shoes