Surprised by my feet, I am. Err… why? Were they not always there? Well yes and so I was aware, I suppose of their existence, as it were, here nor there, to and fro Perhaps their connectedness, to me was startling in my lapse, you see of norm mentality, or they are not as they appear, not mine! Not of my own design, but I wear them all the same, why yes! of course! The piercing truth aparts the clouds, so now I bathe in its luminescent source, aloud I divulge as if quite to myself, for sure the secret I have come to learn: Beware those who bear you faithfully for time will come, you wake and see though you have been carried far Surprised by feet, you are.