The shoes told me to go
But
I said no
This is my home
Again
They told me
To move
To lace em up
And head out
My shoes
Persisted
“You cannot stay the same. That is impossible. Let’s get going, Chester.”
Instead
I took a hit from my bong
And went to bed
But the words from my shoes
Formed on the ceiling above my head
“You cannot stay the same. That is impossible. Let’s get going, Chester.”
I closed my eyes shut
And tried to calm down
But my shoes
Kept going
“Get up while you have life. Move while you can walk. I’ll take you to new places, with new people to meet. If you stay here, and do nothing, then you are becoming nothing.”
“When did shoes have souls?”
“. . . is that supposed to be a pun? Real funny, smartass. Don’t listen to your soul, and see what happens to you, Chester.”
I sat up for a second,
Put my head in my hands,
And tried to muster up the energy to stand-up.
“That’s it. Let’s get going. You’ve wasted so much time already.”
I stood up,
Laced up my shoes,
And headed out into the night.
A crow
Circled above my head
As I counted the stars in the sky
And moved my feet forward.
-C.H.