Beneath the leather of these shoes,
Lays the feet that will walk my road.
The the legs above will follow,
As my feet below will goad.
And above those fateful legs,
Is a even more pulling heart.
One that'll push in the direction
From which I cannot part.
And further up my body,
Held up with a sort of pride.
Is the head that control them all.
Pushing, and goading as a guide.
©Odd 17/12/12
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