Where do I go with what I am given
There's no relative purpose for any of my tools
I was placed into a skinsuit
A skinsuit with rules and names
My tools are given names
My feet
My feet are physical objects, obviously
I can see them
But how can I walk with my feet in the air
I cannot use my feet if they are not placed onto the ground, the place they belong
They spin in circles around my ankles and turn different shades of green
It doesn't take me anywhere, actually
They aren't a means for transportation
I don't use my walking tools to move because I can put them in the air, close my eyes, and use my mind
YOU ARE READING
walking tools; abomination
Poetrybody parts are made up and deserve no specific nouns. I cannot run.
