Walking with dress shoes on

Walking in the park
In the dark with dress shoes on
The air a little cool
The grass a little brittle
The company a little quick with the lip
Saying this could be almost normal
All the stars looking down
Three sisters telling stories
Four others looking on
Orian’s belts waiting patiently
Imagine the tails those clothes could tell
Walking alone with friends by your side
Ones thoughts echoing off the trees
Dining alone as the years fly by
Alone with my thoughts an illusion
Walking with dress shoes on
Missing the well wear path
Walking in the tall grass
Air a little cool
Ones breath can be seen
Almost like it is talking
With it very own opinions
The grass a little brittle
One thoughts echoing off the trees
Searching for perfection
A life not wasted
Settling for less very well could be
Misinterpreting true sensation
The overwhelming smell of mold
The taste of decay in the air
Has its own story
If only I was brave enough
To walk towards rejection
Brave enough to walk past the double
Walking with dress shoes on
In the grass way past brittle
The air a little cold in here
Walking with dress shoes on
Alone in the park with you beside me
A little sad with a smile on
With a part of you beside me
Crossing a bridge thinking
Did you watch me get on that plane?
Wondering if this could be played differently
Even though I travelled alone
A little part of you came was with me
An illusion of sanity