a footprint doesn't look like a boot
and my wild ramblings
  don't necessarily reflect my feelings
my god!
   what a rickety system
these feelings
these conversions
     to language
  to thought
to words words words
what am i saying?
   how quickly can i regret
my tumbling waterfall of complete nonsense?
sweet lord someone put the brakes
on this string of confessions...
   how do i say? how do i say?
why can't i
  u s e
    words?
why can't i convert feet to boots
or bombs to love
or whatever the hell it is?
  tell me you know
tell me i'm not crazy.