I got a pair of new shoes,
Black sole with blue hairline.
In the darkest night, full of clouds
Like moon beams taking a ride.
That’s how I felt when I saw them first
Calm, serene, with power infinite.
I now agree that love is blind and deaf
Cause I couldn’t listen what was in the might.
I often look at them at rest
And they stare me back from down
Even when I am walking or talking
They stalk me like my own puppet clown.
I hear they murmur when I do not look
And turn quiet as soon as I do.
They are like tiny prattling lil’ ghosts,
Stuck in my feet, my nasty shoes.
When I say left, they go right
And whine like I did wrong.
They are like at the end of me
But have held my mind all so strong.
Once put off they lie like dead.
With all life gone, without any say
I hate myself for feeling for them
and dangling my legs back into the devil’s bay.
