on my own two feet
my two feet protected by
my worn down shoes
with the faded blues
that carry me across crowded streets
past crowded stores where
people shuffle in and out
folding their receipts
while inspecting their new purchases
like it's the most important thing
in the world
not even thinking of other routes
they could take
other than the same weary routine
every day
wake up
go to work
make money
every day it's the same
i don't know if it's a quirk
of some weird brain eccentricity
but basically
i don't want to walk
that same dreary road
living my life in a haze
wasting my life as days pass
leaving me behind
with an empty glass
but i know that
i can go anywhere in life
as long as i stay
on my own two feet
-livi