My Shoes

you would never want, to take a walk in my shoes, because if you did, you would learn to sing blues, i do not care, about whats on the news, and im all alone, while people are in twos. no matter how hard i try, i know im going to lose, i would never want that, or to go on a cruise, im surprised at the yays, and im used to the boos, my life is so grey, like a permanent snooze. i do sip the soups, and i gulp down the stews, my world is corrupted, by sickness and flus, cause i fell off skateboard, but i dont have a bruise, my life is chalk white, and its covered in ooze. i have to decide, but i know i cant choose, i will have to avoid, the sticky tapes and the glues, so my life is just black, cause i make my own brews, life is a mystery, but im missing the clues.