Walking

Humans walk a certain way

Least those who retain their feet

They stagger around every corner of every store

Tracking prints all across the floor

Just to prove that they live

Be it aimlessly or directionally

Buying things.... Why must they do this?

To prove that they have somehow earned much more

Than the poor sap standing on the corner

Are his shoes any less holey?

Are his motives for wanting things any less pure?

I ask because I'm trapped as well

Seemingly walking down the same path forever more

And this bothers me and berates my feet

Because I feel the need to buy things occasionally

Spending money without a seat

To distract me from a certain path

And give new purpose to my own feet

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