I really like my used old boots
The ones that I've really walked in
The ones that I've actually been places in
That remind me of things I often forget
The steps I've taken
That put me on this path
That I currently walk in this time
Now
The only place I've really ever been
Here
I laugh at the thought of only being here now
Like I've never been anywhere else
But I can't go back to yesterday
And I can't skip to next Tuesday
So I might as well just stay here now
And wake up here
Keep adapting to the footsteps
Make them brandnew somehow every day
Push myself to believe
That in the end I just might stay
Ink in my own message or passage on a wall
To remind myself there that I am here after all
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
I really like my used old boots
The ones that I've really walked in
The ones that I've actually been places in
That remind me of things I often forget
The steps I've taken
That put me on this path
That I currently walk in this time
Now
The only place I've really ever been
Here
I laugh at the thought of only being here now
Like I've never been anywhere else
But I can't go back to yesterday
And I can't skip to next Tuesday
So I might as well just stay here now
And wake up here
Keep adapting to the footsteps
Make them brandnew somehow every day
Push myself to believe
That in the end I just might stay
Ink in my own message or passage on a wall
To remind myself there that I am here after all
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