The Path

April 5, 2016

<p>I could walk until my feet bleed

but that would divert my attention

from the stars that stare at me

and the tar that wants me to stick

just so it feels known for one whole second.

I could walk until my feet bleed

but that would mean bleeding on

a path that promises to save me

and I don't want to tarnish the hope

of something that could save me from this.

I could walk until my feet bleed

but that would deny the taxi driver

a fuckload of money

tearing cash from my emptying pockets

emptied on love and taste.

I could walk until my feet bleed

but I don't fucking have to.</p>

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