I go many places
I walk many roads
Life's a bit down-trodden
A little fetid and a tad worn

But I keep moving
Going where my feet take me
But lately something's been a-prickling
A thorn now deeper a-poking

It's the truth I've stepped over
And choices I shouldn't have heeled to
The many lines I've toed over
And promises I should've stood up to

But I tread on
Patched, frayed and torn
Not a life I'd really choose
But lately I've just become my shoes

I'm looking for you.
I suppose for a reason or two.
Maybe I need something
Or perhaps I want to give.

In any case all I ask is
To remember it's about me.
Yes I'm seeking you but
Only then sought let yourself be.