I've seen what shoes can do
being on either me or you.
I've seen the way we flee
with those shoes upon our feet.
I've seen the mud, of our tracks
where the weight fell through-
Traveling for the release
that the mind so hopelessly seeks
an what hold's onto these miles
were steps taken, taking another piece
of themselves;
as though the soles aren't stuck-
waiting to come unglued.