On the clear road and in the parking lot
Till I reach glitter shoes to covet,
Those that I ruminatingly bought.
I seek a push to my vocation
Even though I'm clear you're not;
You seek me to keep my treasures
And your angst is nice and hot.
A little support, a little good will
Is all that I've ever sought
And I now have my fancy book
And, of course, the shoes that I bought.
I'll tread many miles with your wisdom
And I'll get all that I have ever got
And much more just because you so lovingly
Pushed me and never dearly fought.
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