When I was little I always thought pigs were cute
But not quite as wonderful as their cousins
Because they were attached to the ends of my feet
See other little girls always thought they were gross
But me? I’ve always thought feet are beautiful

I read the lines on my feet
Like a fortune teller reads palms
They determined my future
Because they took me wherever I wanted to go

I began fulfilling my prophecy
The day I learned to walk
I found my soul
The first time they pressed up against the earth
And ever since I’ve been walking

I’ve walked across great landscapes
Of self exploration
Scales snowy peaks of triumph
And landslides of devastation

But my pilgrimage ended the day my feet met my brain
A trickster and a con artist
My brain made my feet doubt their own path
I forgot how to walk
And began sinking into the quicksands of my mind
I could no longer breathe without think about it first
I was trapped

Until a few weeks ago
A magic rope from the sky
Pulled my out by my ankles
Setting me down in a Himalayan dream
Except it wasn't
I was really there
And I was forced to learn to walk again
Paying close attention to each slippery step
My eyes became binoculars
And I learned to focus them
Not on what lay ahead
But what was connected to my feet

And my feet is connected to my legs
Which are connected to my legs
Which is connected to my hear
Which is connected to my brain
Which can finally be free

And so I’m still walking

Out of alpine clarity
Back into the misty dream
My subconscious guides me through the bottoms of my feet
So my soul is connected to wherever I go

Never wanting to forget
That my mind flew away
The day I learned to walk in the present