Betty Lou decided to buy a new pair of shoes,
And while she was walking towards the store,
All she can see were shoes that people wear around,
Black, white, gray, red, pointed, flat, knee-length, round.
She has never noticed them so much before yesterday,
Because her pair was well and good for all the walkaways.
Yesterday, she realized the water seeping through the crevices,
She does remember those crevices from the past summer,
But she doesn’t care for them then,
She doesn’t care for them now as well.
But her feet were almost frozen last night,
When she walked back from some concert site.
It was snowing.
You remember the first snow?
Which melts over as it touches the ground,
It was that snow.
Spreading water all over the streets
Making small puddles of frozen liquid.
She didn’t mean to dip her feet onto them,
But you all know how she walks,
Did she ever see the ground?
She sees people, lights, shops, streets,
She never actually sees what’s beneath her feet.
She kept walking that night,
Stepping into the mud,
In the puddles between the streets,
Clearing some dirt in the trunk of the tree,
In the midst, she thought she couldn’t make it to home,
It’s when she decided that it’s time to buy a new pair of those.
Not next week, not next month, not next year,
So, here she was, walking towards the shop in her tattered shoes.
They just feel good from above,
Not really new, but not really torn,
Its secrets are there, talking with the ground.
She doesn’t know, but she feels a sense of belonging to them,
As they have walked along her several miles,
In her unprecedented adventures, wherein no one ever dared to join,
As insanities are not meant for everyone
Its meant for few,
And this tattered pair was then new.
The crevices are the marks of the miles
They have walked together,
The ruggedness is the memory,
Anyways, she thinks,
She had already decided to buy a new pair,
So, let’s not get into that despair.
Let’s focus back on the feet of random strangers
Rushing onto the streets.
Damn modernisation ,
Damn sleek style,
How did they manage to keep it that clean, uptight?
Her shoes are all coated with dust,
And the salt lines from the sea,
It can be a nasty thing for the people around,
But for her it’s the feeling of homeliness, the feeling of glee.
She feels it when they make them sound.
When she taps them hard onto the ground.
Doesn’t matter now,
She has decided to buy something new.
Which can save her from the rains and the melting snow,
Let’s see how they will get along with her in her random walks,
Till she roams around the world,
To capture the last dew drops.