Memory Fragments: Probity

Feel The Time Beneath My Soles

Once the seconds tickle your soles, minutes would seem to pass quickly in laughter
You laugh and laugh, until the hours repeat themselves as you keep it up for days
Joy and happiness find themselves beneath my feet; I walk with them now, and hereafter
I'll be careful not to stomp them. What gentle and fragile touch I feel my soles graze

You, too, should be careful when walking barefoot. Life is but a path of thorny ways
But barefoot is the way to go, I say; pain, too, should dig its way into your soles
No matter the species, or the feet you have been given, walk by yourself, always
The soles of flesh and metal, or the rubber of wheels, all help walk the many souls

You should walk and walk until your feet hurt. Only then you shall take a rest
Rest and look behind. Look at the blood and sweat trails you have left on your path
Do not worry, though. By Hermes's sandals your steps shall be blessed
But do not go as fast, or you shall unleash your own soles' wrath

Let them guide you at their own pace, otherwise you shall trip and agonize
Let time squeeze between your toes; like the sand and water that cleanse them of sin
Given by heaven or hell, the time you were given, you shall never antagonize
Feel in touch with either one, and let time remind you in which you have been

Do not be afraid of the answer you'll be given. Do not fear your own feet
Foundation, stability, progress, communication. Feel these aspects as you walk
Take one step at a time; a second goes by. Step by step, a life on repeat
Feel, too, the direction you're going. Lest your feet moonwalk

Never go backwards in your life. Just look behind and see where you have been
Time does not move counterclockwise. Feet are not the same as hands
Though you may train them to be alike, sole to palm will never be akin
Handstand and move, then you will see. How to flip time where it stands

As pain begins to creep between your fingers, you grip it with all your strength
Time is above you, so your suffering shall be eternal
Go back and stand on your feet. Put time below you and feel it's true length
Leave your bloody footprint in this world's journal

...I want to leave my mark on this world. Just as mother and father did
I want to feel time and be truly alive. Let my soles walk besides yours
I want to know what torment, beneath my feet, my parents hid
To protect me, my time was buried. All I am is life. Nothing more, for years and years

Resting on my lap, can you feel my feet trembling? I am scared to drop you down
I don't want you to see my soles, and remark not a single wrinkle of time's passage
Let us take a bath together. Let the water's flow soak in as we strip our gown
Maybe then I'll finally feel in my soles time's gentle and slow massage