big shoe

I can’t really say
how we
end up where we do
I know that
I was apart of that big shoe

Holding onto
a life that was once mine
living and breathing
and standing in line

door they open
not the ones I saught
but open they did

a world beyond what daily we know
i live in the south
but all I see is snow.

[finn perkins 9.09.2004]


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