Brand Old Shoes

You walk in your brand old shoes

Through that short same new path

Of those beloved green dusty ashes

When you pass by that painting-beautiful trail

All things around you stand still and stunned

Cause you know this yellow brick road is made for you

You don’t mind if I stare at your walking too

But I Bother you if I try to walk by your side

Blue, I know, I can see and I always forget:

I’m supposed to be like anyone else around your figure

Even when I am the fortunate lonely to receive a nickel from you

You comprehend things quite quickly

You know better than me magic is not dangerous

It’s simply made to be used and forgotten…

And I know it’s also to be remembered by strange people like me

Who always think enchanting spells are to be preciously aimed

Cause we, foolish, keep trying to look over the wall too deeply.