Though I thought I'd never change again,
Here I am moved.
For the spot I see that I once dwelled,
Is only occupied by one shoe
I straddle the line I feared to cross,
Though the ground seems pretty dense
The innocence of feeling insecure
Is security in a sense
Cut down to size and seen right through
By the prettiest of eyes
Overly tall, the way others ate it up
These defenses I supplied
And the earth was no concern of mine,
Ridged as it may be
But this piece of land I just explored,
Seems like it was made for me
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