Archive for August, 2008

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These shoes are made for walkin’

August 22, 2008

- “Have you tried walking in MY shoes?”

- “Try walking in MY shoes and see if you still feel the same.”

Tried YOUR shoes, and yours and yours, and yours too.

I wonder where my own shoes are.

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These shoes are made for walkin’. Ain’t gonna be walkin’ nowhere if I keep tryin’ on other shoes, and leavin’ mine alone.

These shoes are made for walkin’. And I’m gonna just wear those shoes and walk.

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Lost and Finding

August 21, 2008

We all get lost some of the time. We don’t always have our strength. We don’t always know where we’re going, or if we even want to go anywhere. We don’t know what’s right, what’s wrong, what’s black and what’s white. We feel a push on the right shoulder, a tug on the left foot, then a small whisper near the left ear, and possibly a slight pull on the hem of our shirts.

But most of all, we feel the gravitational pull, pulling our heart strings, right down to the bottom.

Sometimes, I wonder, do I write “we” just so I don’t feel so alone? Just so I feel like there’s someone out there who feels like I do?

Do I write “we” to pretend that there’s someone who understands me as much as I do?

I get lost, all of the time. I think I’m right, and then someone, something, tells me otherwise. Push comes to shove, and gravity works its magic on me again.

My heart sinks. And along with it, my strength. My feet feel heavy, my soul so empty. It feels like everything has just gone down, down. Down so low that I don’t even know if it’s worth getting up again.

She says it’s my confidence playing tricks on me.

I say it’s the world.

I get lost, but I try not to. I feel lost, but I don’t play the part. No, I’m no lost sheep, away from my herd. My sheepdog will come running to get me back to the pack.

I’m lost, I’m empty, I don’t know where to go. But within the herd, I’m stifled, I’m stuffed, and I still don’t know where to go.

I need some time-off. I need to go soul-searching. I’m lost, and I have to find myself again.

But I get lost, all the time. How do I know that everytime I find myself again, I’m not really reinventing a new me?

I’m lost. I’m tired.

Can someone please come find me?