Cracked

My feet are cracked

thoughts stark whacked

with no hope to snack

I search for you

Why must we walk

if all of the talk

surrounds those who hawk

the lowly shufflers 

My steps are off

and yeah they scoff

at my steps trip cough

you see I didn't always stand 

Offend and take offense

I need my feet to clear this fence 

no more am I here for recompense 

but still you feel I owe you

My feet will always move

in jagged curve and groove 

be it claw paw or hoof

I'll be making my way to you