To Walk Away

The shoes of a fool I've set aside to walk away from traveled roads of clay I thought were real they led to trouble that would often stay though sometimes had great appeal, an illusion In these old shoes, I found gold that shined for me, a clown its brightness burned a hole that allowed reason to pour out onto the Mill stone of my mind and grind each kernel from my soul separating the wheat from the chaff leaving me beaten on its grinding wheel where illusions made green bread The foolish shoes I wore on a road of clay I've changed, to a new pair made from the dead skin of my scars when I walked away 7/27/17 contest Two pair of shoes