STEPS
As I take the steps of mortal man
and wander down the dusty roads,
I wonder whether these are really
my shoes.
Should I really be walking
among you all?
Smiling with my lips?
Talking with my voice?
Looking at photons with my eyes
in order to see?
Is this really me?
Walking man's road.
Roads made for feet,
roads made for cars.
I drive nothing.
Food is life for you.
Air is life for you.
Sex is life for you.
What can give me life?
What if I *am* life?
What if I am all around,
and everything is me?
If this is so,
Then what the hell am I doing wearing shoes?!?
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