Achangin'
How long have I been here
Wearing these same old shoes
This wandering heart
It must be tired
And given up, its Gypsy ruse
Nowhere long have I remained
To compose a single rhyme
My soul has been a traveler
Lost in space and time
I do believe
That I've grown weary
Of always changing spaces
And somehow grown
accustomed to
These familiar faces
That rambling fever
Running through my veins
No longer must be aragin'
I have been here much to long
For me to be achangin'
-Neva Flores 2009
How long have I been here
Wearing these same old shoes
This wandering heart
It must be tired
And given up, its Gypsy ruse
Nowhere long have I remained
To compose a single rhyme
My soul has been a traveler
Lost in space and time
I do believe
That I've grown weary
Of always changing spaces
And somehow grown
accustomed to
These familiar faces
That rambling fever
Running through my veins
No longer must be aragin'
I have been here much to long
For me to be achangin'
-Neva Flores 2009
1 comment:
When I read this I am thinking of the worn out shoes I am wearing that I love so much. I have been waiting to see it in the stores again. And hope the holes stay small until I do.
I love my shoes they have taken me far and long. And they are only five dollar rubber shoes.
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