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Freedom By Skip Shea Cardboard sits in my shoes Keeping my feet and socks slightly Cleaner than the road But in this rain it is useless Absorbing the water through The worn holes Small victories add up to single digits As my losses are epic In a balanced universe I deserve A wink of gratitude from the winners I head down a deserted alley In this dead end and abandoned mill-town Looking for a dry place to sit Tossed under a make-shift aluminum awning Is an empty Nike box Once filled with unaffordable dreams In my world God allows the theft of dreams Just do it Taking my soaked socks off and slipping My feet into the newly soled shoes I find For this moment, With this small victory I am free |