I walk too slowly or too quickly
I get confused, forget my destination
My feet are sore, my voice is sickly
So that you, my better, can’t evict me
I stop to rest, I don’t call this my station
To which I walk too slowly or too quickly
I still wonder how or why you picked me
I will not be entirely your creation
Because, you see, my feet are sore, my voice sickly
Although I hear in you how much you miss me
You still grill me for inside information
About how I walk too slowly or too quickly
You speak the truth – you have no need to trick me
And I feel no need to end the conversation.
I repeat: my feet are sore, my voice sickly
So something in us both knows what is risky
But is anxious, now, to start the celebration
Yes, still: I walk too slowly or too quickly
My feet are sore, my voice sickly
(C) Dave Soyars 2021