Let's take a look at something simple quite -
The complex matters are beyond the reach.
The life is a gift. The life is an endless height
And endless struggle - we all get washed and bleached.
There is a pair of shoes that has been used.
They went through long way of the shoes's life -
They were weared, occasionally abused,
Taked care of and beaten up in fights.
They are no longer new, they are no longer shine.
No longer firm and no longer binding.
All shoe's shapes been wrinkled simplified,
Trampled down to the comfortable founding.
So, we're like shoes. Life wears us with purpose or without.
Some have a goal, some don't, some are confused
in choosing ways of walking. Some still can't found
the only way that they might have the proper use.
From shelf to waste: shoe shapes've been modified
becoming something else and something realy new.
This journey has its meaning, certanly profound,
that seems so obviouse, still could've seen by few.
We all walk throught the live in a pair of shoes
that have been trampled on and smashed by us.
So we, like all those shoes that we have ever used,
By loosing gloss, becoming soft and wise.