On these frosty mornings,
I sip on black coffee
and gaze at the dawning.
Today's a new journey.

I take one more sip,
let the heat warm my digits.
Boots laced for a trip,
toes feeling less frigid.

Crunching blades of grass
sound like porcelain glass,
as shattered, frosty dew
covers the tops of my shoes.

I look back at my footprints,
tracing my chosen path.
And I realize, they're just hints
of the impact one does hath.

In that moment, I decided
that my path was quite misguided.
The pilot of my wanderings
was nothing but rubber and strings!

So I sat on the ground
and untied my laces.
My purpose newfound
with barefooted paces!

Yes, my toes were quite cold,
but I didn't care.
My feet no longer soled,
my mind's fully aware.

Now I choose my own way,
with no feelings of dismay.
My soles are a la carte,
and my soul is full of heart.