Socks
This wall is solid
But you can’t fall
I crawl you call
What happened to knowledge?
What happened to pain?
The fame will lead ashamed
Of the devices
Entices this flight to the sight
Of the moon
You’ve come too soon
So turn the page and
My thumbs afraid
Of becoming too tame
And like the other
The love of a young mother
I stutter and sip another
Without her.
I lie back and breathe
Pain in my ankles and knees
Freedom, I can’t stand to be
Here, so near
And I leave my socks on.
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