Other Shoe
Saw you coming,
you were running.
Ain't it something,
to get something for nothing?
You work on emotion,
your gauges are broken,
too late to rewind,
no use for slow motion.
Black and blue,
with plenty to do,
easily fixed,
with a little glue.
Here we are now.
What to do now?
Your not sure how,
it will figure out.
Eyes wide open,
never knowing,
never showing,
always holding.
Copyright © Joe Fisher | Year Posted 2007
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