“Someone’s soaking up the Mother’s energy”

You say as I stride past, barefoot
This ground is no more magic than these feet are hands
But so is the confusion that comes when we misplace our knowledge of what earth, hands and feet do

I have no Mother, only a Father
He did make this ground, these trees

My bare feet are pure enjoyment
They are not regaining lost things
This ground and these feet cannot save me, only make me smile