I can’t say what’s happened
To my dancing feet
Worth treasures beyond measure
They’ve gone tired and worn
My soul resting beneath
Quiet is the whisper of my step
The silence in itself
Makes me grow weary
I lack the spirit to leap for the sky
Where in the world
Has my faith gone
My bundle of joy
My childhood is missing
Hiding as fragments
Tangled in a rug
Trampled under tired feet
Dressed in a lazy mind
Is the heart of my energy
Cloaked in a safety clench
Feeling the pains that come
Of not taking a chance
Of a life that refuses
To venture into the unknown
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