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By Titus Date: 2001 Oct 16 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.16.08.15.9751]] |
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I want to walk barefoot In a place where barefoot has no name In a place where soul on Earth Is natural A place where toes in soil Is common as True love Laughter And birth I want to walk barefoot In the hills of a hidden holy land And stare at sunsets with people who Know sunrise isn't guaranteed In a place where the evening news speaks of tides, The waning moon and the rainforests wild as Ojai's dance In a place where shoe and umbrella are curse words Where dahlias and pearls adorn every head. I want to walk barefoot In cities without streets Where admiration is a deep silence And conversations are replaced by Eloquence of eye Barefoot in a place Where excuses are not enforced in law books Where there is no law Only that which is right When these places leave tracks I follow their footsteps But they always lead to the sands Of my own spirit I stand in the middle of myself Bowing to the mecca I know The sight of me Strolling barefoot Into my own life Leaving behind thieves and tyrants Trying to control it. |