-on the pursuit of happiness
Let me pity your feet,
those innocent souls,
squeezed relentlessy
just for the sake of glory.
Let me balm your feet,
wash away the wounds,
mend what is broken,
soothing mute dispair.
Let me lay my forehead
on top of your toes.
Let them gently
speak their wisdom.
And I will go and join, again,
the madness of this world.
But let me feel the earth
in this crazy pirouette,
our reaching up, up, up:
digging deep, while scraping skies.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
-on the pursuit of happiness
Let me pity your feet,
those innocent souls,
squeezed relentlessy
just for the sake of glory.
Let me balm your feet,
wash away the wounds,
mend what is broken,
soothing mute dispair.
Let me lay my forehead
on top of your toes.
Let them gently
speak their wisdom.
And I will go and join, again,
the madness of this world.
But let me feel the earth
in this crazy pirouette,
our reaching up, up, up:
digging deep, while scraping skies.
