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
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