When he was revealed to you to be naught but ash and stone his eyes burnt dusty grey that of a thousand campfires grown cold to feel not to hear not draws likeness to hell on earth the leaves so brown and rusty pay no attention to the girth of his unnoticed masochistic sorrow
so tomorrow may be better than the rest but in his roving endless mind he will find the greatest unrest In all things he finds beauty and in all things he finds lonesome boredom so that is why he roves in search of endless pleasures to quell the restlessness he finds when he reaches home Too much time he has been stuck in one place he grows weary of the endless thoughtless race to places others hate and where on one wants to be so on his feet he flees to the lands devoid of life to camels rocks and the occasional bubbling cree The shoes too tight the hurt his feet they leave an aching, tingling feeling They yearn to begat themselves of his heel Plead with the sweat between his toes to never grace the skin of any man again yet he still wears them He knows they cause blisters he knows that in those shoes an ever hardening, hateful fungus grows His wandering feet cannot remember the grass the heat of asphalt the agony of sharp glass What is he to do? his entire life he has worn some sort of shoe to walk without? absurd he laments He dreams of the day when he will spare no expense when the shoe he dawns will be the finest in the world Another 10 years another 10 he hopes When his tromping up floors will finally pay off Will that day ever come? a bigger car? a bigger house? a bigger safe for all his guns? He pleads he wonders blindly through life he blunders hoping for when things will get better
he was raised not to wonder raised not to dream into suited glass himself he must ream Wanting not of the beautiful himself he will cry on his deathbed he will see but lonely sky Too late to fix now he wished he had realized younger even fifteen years would have worked
Now he sits old and broken feeding breadcrumbs to flightless birds wishing someone would have spoken Told him to cast off the shoe that left his foot choking and unable to breathe His eyes fiery heart masked with rage he screams ever upward bent with age