I walk,
down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…
I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk
down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
I walk
down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in; it’s a habit.
My eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
I walk
down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk
around it.
I walk
down another street.