Running BarefootA Poem by Melanie Jane Boicourt ShanksThis was performed as a blues song at Beetnics Cafe in Marion,IN USA.I'm running barefoot in the street. Don't need any shoes on my feet. I'm running around without a care. The wind is flowing through my hair.
I'm running naked in the road. My clothes were too much of a load. I threw them all into the trash. I have no pockets for my cash.
What cash? I gave that all away. I'm sure I'll get it back someday. If I need some, I'll make some more. Besides, what's that money for.
A vehicle for your desire. Your comfort makes you the buyer. Right now, I just want to be me. I find comfort in being free.
I'm free***to run all through my mind. On streets inside my head I find, The comfort that outside I seem to miss. Inside is where I find my bliss.
I take the road inside my skull. It doesn't lead to any mall. It leads to where I can be free to run naked and just be me.
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Added on February 13, 2008Last Updated on September 24, 2009 AuthorMelanie Jane Boicourt ShanksFort Wayne, INAboutI have been writing since I knew how. Before that I would just draw pictures to tell a story. My true passion is poetic lyrics. That is mostly what I am inspired to write. I have been dabbling in othe.. more..Writing
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