I could shuffle with great pace
Devoid of style or grace
I could shuffle with an urgency
All eyes tied to mistakes
I could shuffle in the meadows
I will shuffle on the moors
I will shuffle over dry stone walls
And out through fastened doors
I will shuffle under heavens
I will shuffle under stars
I will shuffle to the light
And I have shuffled in the dark
I could shuffle with a crowd
And I will shuffle on my own
I have shuffled with the best of ‘em
I’ve shuffled with the rest
I could shuffle rufflin feathers
I will shuffle in my words
I will sing and shuffle ceaselessly
And smile as all unfurls
And when the feet grow weary
And the body screams for rest
With half an eye still open
I will shuffle to my end
So before you come here judging
Pedestrian it maybe
But this shufflin’ keeps me moving
And reaching
Constantly