In Leaps and Bounds...I am Found
By Walter Burns
Just click my mind three times for me and say these magic words“I hope these boots are thick enough, I hate it when it hurts”These feet are callused and are not the ones that I would chooseBut wills to walk on clouds and such may spur inside my shoes‘drift inside a bubble no more fantasmical a rideMy armor and my wings have yet no abilities to hide It’s me and this magical, thin barrier of soapThat washes ‘way the hindrances and gives away to hopeI caught a shard of lightening and penned a fond haikuFor everything is beautiful when seen in different hueI sent a ballad as a prayer floating up to be receivedThe Song of Life in gratitude that now my eyes believeFighting with triviality that my life is just a moldThat I am like the multitude yet driven from the foldThe sheep in herds and I am black about to take the sunFloating past and then I’m gone for all their day is doneI clear the atmosphere to a new world of unbeknownsMy bubble pops so suddenly as repression’s overthrownNow I can bounce the beauty of Earth, here, and to and froTo witness a world through these eyes no soap can kindly showHere I watch the Earth collide with molecules of mightAnd circle the sun, in obedience, to a greater lightPaths create along the years more ways for me to roamTo other constellations where one like me is homeMy bones grow even larger as my brain begins to swellI take a bag to scattered stars saving them as shellsSetting foot on luscious worlds then wasting them at willFor I was once a noble man now my taste is just to thrillAt the end of destruction’s path my soles begin to wearSo, idly, I pull the stitches out, as if I do not careMy shoes of magic, I did rely, give way to callused feetAnd now my days of wonderment seem more than just completeI hear the blend of buzzings try tear my frame of blissWhat is this abandonment... This hell? Oh what is this?The stars I kept so selfishly in my bag I call my WorthSomehow slipped and spilled above, my resting place of EarthSo now I lay so lazily on the shore of depression’s beachAt least it’s quite so crowded here, I feel I am in reachWe all are walking barefoot for our boots would just get wetBut watch for peddlers with stolen shoes in case we should forget. Written October 17th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 05:15 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Just click my mind three times for me and say these magic words“I hope these boots are thick enough, I hate it when it hurts”These feet are callused and are not the ones that I would chooseBut wills to walk on clouds and such may spur inside my shoes‘drift inside a bubble no more fantasmical a rideMy armor and my wings have yet no abilities to hide It’s me and this magical, thin barrier of soapThat washes ‘way the hindrances and gives away to hopeI caught a shard of lightening and penned a fond haikuFor everything is beautiful when seen in different hueI sent a ballad as a prayer floating up to be receivedThe Song of Life in gratitude that now my eyes believeFighting with triviality that my life is just a moldThat I am like the multitude yet driven from the foldThe sheep in herds and I am black about to take the sunFloating past and then I’m gone for all their day is doneI clear the atmosphere to a new world of unbeknownsMy bubble pops so suddenly as repression’s overthrownNow I can bounce the beauty of Earth, here, and to and froTo witness a world through these eyes no soap can kindly showHere I watch the Earth collide with molecules of mightAnd circle the sun, in obedience, to a greater lightPaths create along the years more ways for me to roamTo other constellations where one like me is homeMy bones grow even larger as my brain begins to swellI take a bag to scattered stars saving them as shellsSetting foot on luscious worlds then wasting them at willFor I was once a noble man now my taste is just to thrillAt the end of destruction’s path my soles begin to wearSo, idly, I pull the stitches out, as if I do not careMy shoes of magic, I did rely, give way to callused feetAnd now my days of wonderment seem more than just completeI hear the blend of buzzings try tear my frame of blissWhat is this abandonment... This hell? Oh what is this?The stars I kept so selfishly in my bag I call my WorthSomehow slipped and spilled above, my resting place of EarthSo now I lay so lazily on the shore of depression’s beachAt least it’s quite so crowded here, I feel I am in reachWe all are walking barefoot for our boots would just get wetBut watch for peddlers with stolen shoes in case we should forget...."