If Shoes Had Souls

I'm just another person
Walking down the path that
Everything else has walked down;
Nothing changes here, even
The trees sway in the same
Languid way, and the same birds
Sweetly chirp the same tired
Melodies as their forefathers.
I wouldn't be surprised if
The soles of my shoes are the
Same as the soles on your shoes,
But if my shoes had souls would
They be the same as the souls
On your shoes? But here I
Am, taking your road in the
Same soles as you did. We have
Seen this all before, the same
Stones make us stumble and fall,
We lose ourselves in the same
Nooks and crannies as each
Other. The grass has not grown
A hair's bredth in these long and
Ardious centuries.
Even the flowers grin the
Same cheery smiles and wear the
Same pleasant robes that spring
Garbed them in. But we all like
It here, somehow, we like the
Way we know what is going
To happen next; we lose
Ourselves in the same mazes
And labyrinths that Time has
Taught us otherwise to
Avoid. We tread this path, in
The knowledge that the soles of
Infinite feet have trodden
Here also. Or maybe we're
All wearing the same pair of
Shoes.