Footsteps upon the worn cracked linoleum
A never ending reminder that I'm not alone
For some a reassurance
For me a torturous ennui
Never getting closer
Though always threatening to
Never growing distant
Though often almost about to
I've grown to hate them
Those disembodied feet
Slapping the shitty floor
Pacing from door to door
I'd remove them from the offending body
Mount them to a plaque
To hang upon the wall near my bed
A reminder of a rare triumphant attack
But the coward always wins
Sucking all the cocky courage back in
To an empty milkshake straw sucking sound song
Letting those feet walk all over me again
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