set in a world, a stray.
It’s muddy outside,
it was caused by her tears,
try to walk through,
but your feet will leave marks of fears.
Remember what he taught us,
“solitude is the necessary condition”,
the mud grants you not,
but tears over, will grant you remission.
She cannot remember the last time,
it followed her for umteen years,
it cast a shadow,
brought her shoulders to her ears.
Feel the mud between your toes,
your shoes cannot be on,
and when your done,
pick up the shoes of another john.