i may have no patience
at times, a bad temper
i may dream of vengeance
avoid land of amber
yet i'm full of passion
and i'm filled with love
i strive for expansion
and treat with kid gloves
these boots carry forward
i stumble a lot
some'll see me in a ward
when I need a word
a kind, gentle talking
tired of feeling blue
boots are made for walking
and that's what they do
then memory's ringing
on my quiet phone
and someone is singing
in a voice that's long gone:
"is there anyone aware here
is there anyone who feels
is there anyone alone here
is there anyone who’s real”
alone
© Copyright: Анастасия Черр, 2026
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