the learning Shoes

The wickedness of the midnight hour
has creeped across my bones,
gone, for now are the moments of life
that bring alive my phones.

and at day's end, my only friend's
 what's left after hedging bets;
during the day, exactly what I've paid
places me, still deep in debt.

it really matters not, to me
the outcome of the day;
the bottom-line drives me insane,
and my instincts, far away.

Look if you will towards the left of me,
in the castle sitting still;
a house divided many a time,
leaving felines in the window sill.

to my right his lone companion
frantically trying to be free,
leaves him alone with just a phone
and containers that are liquor-free.

My real-life true companion
sits at home everyday,
sitting solitaire, her only care
is planning to get away.

the rest of the park well after dark
while sleeping in their beds,
with visions of superiority
dancing in their heads.

There's also those in charge of things
making sure you don't pay late,
and when all is done under the sun,
they think their crap smells great.

What do I learn from all of this?
I'm as mortal as the rest of us,
I spread peace and goodness
without raising any "fuss".

What I do is not up to you
I'm not supposed to react,
but, keep all of my wits inplace
and all my thoughts, intact.

And with this precious knowledge
I bequeath to you, this thought;
walk a mile in someone else's shoes
to appreciate what you've got.

It matters not, whose shoes you choose,
from every pair you'll learn;
your feet will ache before day-break
causing class to soon adjourn.