My new monk shoes are hand me downs
And were traded for some few crowns,
Considering they are of solid make
And will do whichever direction I take.

Could anyone walk in similar shoes?
Not until we have further crucial news.
I go waiting for the coming of words
That fly around like magical birds.

So many waitings have gone before –
Can we wait keener towards the core?
The strange abnormalities that breed
And change our course is what we need.

I want to walk towards and around
And wait for the awesome sound.
Though I keep losing track all the time,
I know I have no reason to whine.

This wavering is what makes all real,
The optimal paths are just for feel.
Sometimes I waver too much;
My heart helps me with such.

Something else is intertwining
And shows me a kind of lining.
It seems to be pure crazy stuff
Of which I cannot get too much.
This lining offers me super powers
Accompanied by quite lonely towers.

So what good is it?
Who will find the fit?

Miraculous Holy
[Panagia Acheiropoiitos]