New Shoes Poem by Simpa Omoluabi

1,2,3, your days are numbered
4,5,6, count me out of your life
For you I'm good as dead since you killed my spirit
It's a good thing I'm loosing my mind from your chains
Now I know not me, but you're the one
With a night bird's eye view under a great sunshine

I've been a sleepwalker crossing fast traffic for you
For all the time you have been my hypnotist
While in my state of rest I walk about for you
Somnambulo for you noctambulo for you
Noctambulist
I've been sleepwalking crossing dangerous traffic for you
Noctambulo for you somnambulo for you
Somnambulist
In state of rest walking about for you

You're the lukewarm chapter in my book of life
I'm taking to your advice simply growing
Like you do tell me to when I get jealous
Because of your unknown whereabouts

I got a confirmation love letter
For all these
For I saw the letter that came with that parcel for you
And I took that as my walking papers
It's going to be a long walk away from you
As you can see
I got me new shoes to take a walk away from you.

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