Wearing Out The Soles We Walk On.

Built from clay and sawdust,

In the shape of a boy,

Run through the forest.

Wearing out the soles we walk on.

It amuses me,

How the earth can revolve,

And not care for its occupants.

Wearing out the soles we walk on.

Imagine a sentient hair mite,

Fearing the hair growth crisis,

And dreaming of the future.

Wearing out the soles we walk on.

I never used to have opinions,

I just made things,

And cried yellow tears.

Wearing out the soles we walk on.

I never knew you people,

I cared about you like you do me.

Fear not forgetful ones, be blessed.

Wearing out the soles we walk on.

Everyone has shoes,

If they can buy them,

We tread over rough ground.

Wearing out the soles we walk on.