No Shoes

I know no shoes, 
my feet are free.
I run barefoot
through tall grass
across hard asphalt 
along sandy beaches
and I hop from rock to rock as nimbly a gazelle 
all without shoes
the times I wear them 
I feel my soul is captured 
stuck in an old glass bottle 
or caged in a pen too small for my ever growing mind
when I fling them off and run 
harder and harder
until I can barely breathe
that's when I feel alive 
awake 
aware 
I feel free
when I'm running 
bare soles of my feet
against wet sand
or dewy grass
when I stand barefoot on this earth 
I can feel the world spinning 
turning
and bursting with life,
can you?