My shoes

The roar of the wind,
The sound of the drums;
The day is broken;
The night has come.

We swallow our pride.
We trigger the gun.
We race with the time.
We wallow in fun.

This life that we live,
Is a cage to us all.
We all need a partner;
Somebody to call.

Watch my every movement;
Hear my every sound.
Hear the penny drop,
When nobody’s around.

Everything, everywhere wants to be free.
I want to be you; I want you to be me.

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