If I walked a million miles

If i walked a million miles in
your sandals,
would my feet be dirty.

Would my toes be blistered,
and angry red with festering,
boils.

If I walked a million miles,
would I be kinder,
speak only goodness,
and pleasantries to strangers.

If I walked a million miles,
in your sandals,
would I be critical, and angry.
Advising you on how to prescribe to
your life on your terms.
Would I cast the stones at the
glass house fracturing the windows.
Destroying the screens.

If I walked a million miles, in
your shoes, what can I contribute,
to your life, to entertain you, to
entertain me. Would it be a life time,
would it be a day, would it be an hour,
would it be minutes.

If I walked a million miles,
should I wear shoes, or should I wear
work boots to work on all the strangers I meet.
Should I sit and watch them and take in all
their secrets, record them to review and
learn something new.

If I walked a million miles,
would I still have legs?
Would they be like putty,
wobbly and weak from the million days.

If I walked a Million miles,
how would it feel?
Would I fell happy, and content,
or would the world look surreal.

If I walked a million miles?