A Different Street

I walk down the street.


There is a hole.

I don't see it.

I fall in.

It isn't my fault.

It takes a very long time to get out.



I walk down the same street.

There is still a deep hole.

I pretend not to see it.

I fall in.

I pretend it's still not my fault.

It takes a long time to get out.



I walk down the same street.

There is still the same deep hole.

I see it.

I fall in anyway.

It's a habit.

I get out quicker this time.



I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole.

I see it.

I walk around it.

I don't fall in.



I walk down a different street.



-- Portia Nelson