i was walking with my feet a disposition fell over me the armory wall was bleeding the restless child was reading i was swimming could hardly stand the swimming hour was at hand the fishes they were feeding the lambs they were bleating i walk slowly when i walk away from you i m feeling bad i m looking bad i feel and look so bad some might say yours truly is soaking his head there s apprehension and inhibition all contributions to my attrition and it happened long ago these things these things that make me walk so darn slow