A Walk in you Shoes.

May 22, 2009
How do you live,
Knowing what you've done?
How do you sleep,
Knowing the monster that become?
It must be nice to be you,
I once thought
and live without a concious
But o, what clartiy my thoughts have brought.

Just for a day
i took a walk in your shoes
And I have to say,
I hated the veiw.
The fit was too tight,
the sole was too hateful.
The laces binded my imagination,
and the tounge was ungrateful.

These shoes are not for me
though mine are worn and weary,
The dust has all cleared
and now i see
Because just for a day
i walked in your shoes.
And i have to say,
i hated the view.

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