These boots will take me to where I go.
If only I knew where that was.
The place and time in which I am to land.
I ask these boots and only get a stare.
I beg of them to make it clear on our destination.
No response. No information. Just there.
A value test evidently now in full swing.
It is up to me these boots say without words.
Words shooting at me from all over.
People telling me what to think, to do.
My gut screaming up at me to shut them out.
Listen to me, hear my gut's voice it utters.
Shut them up. Tell them no.
My voice inside must be louder than those.
I am doing the walking here for me.
I am the leading lady in this movie and not the best friend.
Close my eyes now and drift into me.
See me and listen to only I.
I hear ya boots, I get what you are givin.
These boots are made for walking...
and that's just what they'll do.
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