Walking The Walk

Split my tongue on a shoe lace bound for nowhere fast,
and still you’re laughing like you know the road ahead;

But how many times have you looked that way
when you tripped on the staircase,
when all my words came tumbling down?

I can save you.
I can save you.
No.

So paint your face a different shade
and arm your frowns to zipper teeth,
because this is the path to never last,
and you can't walk flat-footed as me.