Shoes and Ties
I spend my time biding by,
tie my shoes, adjust my tie,
i walk this square,
all life seems fair
a vision did i see,
a vision of what I used to be
how will i know i chose right?
no risk taken, no ventured plight.
just this quaint and boring life.
but what if i chose to live
a childish passion deemed unfit,
all my heart i had to give
until my elders mocked my wit
so here i am biding by,
i adjust my shoes
adjust my tie.
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