As I walk along the side of the road,Â
the hot asphalt sending warmth throughÂ
 my body, from under my feet
 as I walk with my sandals in myÂ
I take a turn and my feet touchÂ
the many stones on the gravel road, butÂ
 I refuse to put my shoes back onÂ
just like I refuse to let anyoneÂ
tell me I do my oâs the wrong way.Â
When your brain isnât working, go forÂ
a long walk. No matter the weather.Â
Take off your shoes and find aÂ
spot where the grass is especiallyÂ
gentle against your bare feet. SitÂ
brain isnât working. Then again theÂ
best poetry comes from aÂ
Let the grass numb your feet asÂ
it leaves marks in your skin,Â
as you sit and wonder, Â Â Â Â Â
    if youâll ever go to space.Â
Because no way there is people there.Â