Is it my fate to follow my feet
Anywhere they get up to go
Do they decide if we walk, or we ride
If they do, then how do they know
Some days my feet are beyond me
Impatient they don’t care to wait
Who knows if my toes are tagging along
If my feet are defining their fate
Surely selecting the style of my shoes
Adding comfort and bounce more of late
Distracting my stand-up positions
Finding places in fate more sedate
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