Shoe

SHOE (E A D G B E)

Every now and then I have a good idea. When the breeze is soft and the sky is clear. And the road is long but it is sincere.

It’s an accident. It’s a stroke of fate. Shattered glass. An unbroken wave. I meant to ask but I forgot to say.

 

Thrown into a shrunken shoe. I know it’s true.

I think of you in a good mood when these shoes don’t fit. They never do.

 

Every now and then I know what choice to make. The wind returns. The wave breaks. There are no agains. There are no mistakes.

It is not an answer; there are no questions. There are no ideas. There are no suggestions. It is not a choice. What gave you that impression?

 

Now it’s true. It’s red. It’s blue. It’s white. It’s orange. It’s yellow, too.

It’s a Rubik’s cube. It’s a shoe. It’s a shoe.

And we don’t fit. We never do. Shoes. It’s a shoe. I’m a shoe.