pongo

It feels like this, as I walk the streets and I stalk the leaves on my way home, / Look down at my shoes, to see how I move, / And it’s always wrong, it’s always wrong, / But I can’t go back. / I can’t go back, / I can’t go back to her she’ll see, she’ll see the way I look, I’ve looked, / I’ll always look through my eyes, through my heart but not my sense, / I seem to lose, but not when I choose…