In complete silence,
I am hidden secretly from eyes,
Sometimes from myself too.
I can't handle my own feet now,
It seems to be a fake burden.
Travelled a lot,
I have no hope from my shoes,
But still I believe on my feet.
And many times they got paralysed.
They are hidden enemies,
Many times I tried to cut my own feet.
But I can't.
My shoes are my real friends,
I never keep a hope on them forever.
This world is fake one for me,
Or I am fake for this world now.
I don't know.
Bless your Jack.