Soles of my Shoes

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My socks have holes in them,

Nothing really seems to go together.

Everything is awkward.

My legs are too short for my body,

And my heart is too empty to be heavy.

The soles of my shoes are worn down.

My shoes beg for mercy,

And so does my soul.

I'm just trying to find my belonging place.

Group to group,

No acceptance.

Not even the Bible study groups take pity on me.

Isn't that what they are reading about?

Oh, what's that?

Wrong sermon?

I'll try again next Tuesday.

"Don't you have your other friend?"

"Yeah?"

"Then go talk to her."

Uh, Cool...

I wonder what it would be like to be famous.

Would I still be unloved?

Would I be someones first choice?

Would the crowd really listen to my lyrics?

Really. Listen.

Or would it all be for show?

Just like my beat.

Just like my life.

Because I'm tired.

I'm tired of wandering.

But I'll keep on wishing..

I won't fade away.

I won't become like the soles of my shoes.





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