I bought these shoes in Baltimore. <br />I'll walk until they're worn. <br /> <br />I wear down the rubber soles, <br />until the cloth is frayed and torn. <br /> <br />As I wander thru new cities, <br />I'll look for life's implicit truths. <br /> <br />I will let my clothes get soiled. <br />I will wear holes in my shoes. <br /> <br />When I dream upon a park bench, <br />waiting for the sun to come, <br /> <br />I will remember my debacle. <br />I will remember how to run. <br /> <br />And I'll refuse to see you back there. <br />I can't think of what I've left. <br /> <br />When I finally spoke to get you, <br />I made my life a mess. <br /> <br />I will stop when things are different, <br />when I can finally see. <br /> <br />When I've worn through these rubber soles <br />and stand with blisters and bare feet. <br /> <br />Maybe I'll return to Baltimore <br />for the chance to try again <br /> <br />To see you in the sunlight <br />and try to hold you in my hands.<br /><br />Stephen Martin II<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drift/
