One shoe pushes me towards an enlightened path while the other shoe pushes me towards a darker, albeit enticing, road.

My vagility depends on convincing one foot to follow the other, even with reluctance, even with drag.

A rother tends to its field, both satisfied with its place and afraid to explore spaces beyond the fence, but I will find experiences yonder, regardless of the degree of illumination, because life does not lead to growth via a static state.

Breaking for philosophical-reflective-examination regarding both where walks have led and thoughts they have placed in head requires not an exedra–any seat or patch will suffice.

Socks and toes removed, shoes release into the air redolent stories of adventures and travels; even footwear needs to rest before morrow’s test.

Which ways are not oft marked black or white; greys welcome travelers of all tones.

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