Speed walking

Soft shoes under sky blue and atmosphere soggy
Early Alabama heat convene cranium to feet
Its been twenty years but the room remains vacant
So my pursuit pushes forward
The horizon as my compass
So I never loose my way
Indigo moods as my breakfast
So I never go hungry
Loss is my liquor so I never get sober
Round about states carrying only my fate
Years spill over yet to erase her face that place her wake
So my sky observer watch over the plants the ants and all who dance
Pay no mind to mine just walking to pass time
Since the crime I haven’t been fine
My getting on for none my eye cries for one sad shoeing to the sun