who is giiilbeaux?

It would be terribly hard for someone to walk a mile in my shoes.  There are times when I am completely free of shoes.  There are other times when my feet are bound by wood... unable to move from the infectious state...

Sometimes i walk toward my horizon... taking steps toward my purpose and my dream.  But then there are times when I am stuck going in circles... one leg planted will I move to the left flailing my arms... looking for focus...

For this reason I have two pairs for shoes... I don't know where my path will take me...

Perhaps
Marching over stones, kicking up dust.
Searching for something motivated by lust
Something I cannot trust
Blinded
Binded
Like my feet.