If everything is okay
Then why can’t I move my legs?
If all is fine, just like you say
Then why am I filled with dread?
The retorts were loud, true and clear
“Your legs move just fine!”
On that point, I did concede
But it did not ease my mind
Well sure, they move
In the general sense
I started to explain
It’s that the motion is directionless
Not that it causes me any pain
Directionless? They asked of me
That’s simple enough to fix
Just decide what is important to you
Then go after it
It was clear they did not understand
That I grasped it conceptually
But right when I thought I figured it out
It somehow slipped past me
Everything I had ever held dear
I had lost eventually
And both these legs I had attached
Seemed to work against me
Progress seemed so noble
Until I found myself alone
Then all I wanted, in all the world
Was somewhere to call home
Those legs would never get me there
Of that much I was sure
So I decided I’d find another way
Even if I had to crawl
So that’s why when you found me
I was face down in the dirt
That’s why when you found me
I was too tired to look hurt
You ask me why I have no views
On where to go or who to meet
That’s because I have found my compass
And now use you as my legs, my feet
I’ll never tell you this
So I write it here instead
I’ll dread you reading it
Yet hope these words still reach your head
Because everything is okay
Now I don’t need my legs
And crippled though I have become
With you, I don't notice it