never to arrive

she said you are prisoner of your feet

a rootless tree on fleet!

 

I said no one told me

I needed to fit

I walk to find, to meet

all of it

 

she didn't realize what

she wanted to mean

I am incapable of

arriving

 

She walked away a while later

but I told to her wake.

My heart sure is higher than my feet

yet never without, not even a beat.

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