Breaking up with socks

He broke up with socks, said he hoped the new shoes

would do the trick; toughen things up a bit.

Seemed mighty brave, all I had was a revelation;

I lived in boxes of myself.

It seemed a strange thought driving through the landscape

that reminded me of Sarah Conner; navigating the sand,

plowing into her past, securing her future.

Hardly box like, still not as brave as breaking up with socks.

Hell I'd barely grown used to being awake

with its awareness of boxes and the like.

Crazy boxes I had told her, when I stopped driving the landscape

that brought to mind movies of three lifetimes ago.

Admirable, breaking up with socks, trying new shoes;

mighty brave.

I wondered how he was faring and if my boxes came close.