Feet don’t fail me, I’m chasing the hush
between streetlights and sunrise, dust on the rush.
Left shoe hums jazz, right boot keeps the blues,
clicking out heartbeats, two-by-two.
Over cracked midnight, through puddles of neon,
we ghost the map backwards—no past to lean on.
Every scar on the sole spells where I’ve been,
but the next step is singing—so spin me again.