wearing my go anywhere | boots, with graceful laces | confused with a muddy sole | ten feet off the ground | higher than they could | touch, a new perspective.

they said she was | gone, i saw her here | in her boots and sweater | big enough for two | eyeing the watchman with | a curiosity, a new view.

she's gonna watch you | now, while you split fear | with your jagged smile | with her feet...ten | feet off the ground | and her eyes on your soul.

escape for a moment | for a girl in her boots | harder than reality, | but my feet fall off the | ground, as my toes swim in | comforts, in my black boots.

3-03-97

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