Has the world forgotten about you? I’m somewhere- Caught between famous footwear, And aching feet from moral footsteps, Journeying the gap to find you. My pace is measured- By the span of windows, Mannequins a mockery of colorful life, Markings of a bargain beyond desire. Is your agony unnoticed? Can this money- Paint your ashen skin with vitality, Conceal the sinful twisting of your body, Decorate your wasting face with survival?