Better to go barefoot
Than to wear that old soft shoe.
Be the altar of your own soul
And let them come and worship you!
You wear your torment and your pain
Like an old soft shoe
And so you live again, again
The things that damage you.
Upon their altars you lay you down
For them to cut and rend
Time to throw off the thorny crown
And change the pattern, Friend.
Take charge of your own journey
You are your only traffic cop.
You only do it over and over
Until the day you stop!
Better to go barefoot
Than wear that old soft shoe.
Build a brighter, lighter temple
And let them come and worship you!
Copyright © Res JFB 13th February 2008
Photo courtesy of Umit Battal's Poor Haiku.
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