Boots

Victoria

Put on your boots,
Put on your coat,
Walk to the lake,
And get in a boat.

Take off into the night,
As the current sweeps you away,
You will begin to wish you had stayed.

You see the boat,
It reminds you of fish, 
Free as the wind.

You see the lake,
It reminds you of you,
Cold as death.

You turn around,
You start back home.
You see your coat,
It reminds you of snow,
Light as air.

You see your boots,
They remind you of home,
What you left,
Him.

The freedom of the fish,
The imperfections of you,
The lightness of snow,
The tormenting pain of home.

You begin to sink.
Your boat breaks.
It becomes windy,
The lake blows away.
You fall,
Your coat rips in two.

You get up,
Now it's just you,
Just you and your boots.