I wandered barrels in between my steps
Always falling to the ground in tears,
Never walking with a back straight
But Always, always kissing dirt with my lips.
But then I wandered alleys with my bare feet,
Always trekking on the journey of love,
Bleeding callouses with messy hair,
The wind mischievously lured me to a cliff
And I, walking on the edge, rapidly fell
Tripping joys into a deep hole,
Just burying me... for wandering lost
