Ambroshyia

I wore my comfortable sneakers... The ones that I wear when no body's around They are a bit stained and a bit worn But they fit like a glove Their cushiony goodness bring calm and happiness An awkward joy that comes from an unexpected perfection They cheerfully bounce with each ounce of Terra fir ma When suddenly a playful regression I give them a test The intention is a measure of tension I mockingly balance on an imaginary beam I lean to one side My favorite shoe performs marvelously From key to key With balance in my heart And at my sides And of my sides The springtime wind blows through me That warm damp air cuts beneath