Memory Shoes

Running the race? Yester-marathon they remain. No part in my tomorrow-place. Today? Living & breathing peace. Old saying, "Can't win for loose." Why join the presence course of going nowhere? Just me now, Healing daily of broken hearten. Dying by seconds, Not given rest to seek the real me. Yet, I hear the voices still from the racing track, Common called unique. Uncommon to many is a, "Please! Are you in the reality? My mind is one with the thousand headaches. Do I exist on planet nonsense? No, I must quiet down, Even to speak is a sin against this world. Nevertheless, Action to walk from the flow of the norm. Someone see & says, "Yes, indeed!" I been that person who seen the uncommon living. So my memory shoes I did not throw in the waste basket, Simply hanging in the closet, Journeying past muse of where not to be-