I’m running.
And as I run on the path
that so many have seemed to effortlessly navigate,
I’m the one with the muddy shoes
who manages to step in every puddle
and trip over every branch.
My guide and the others are too far ahead of me
to help me find my way.
I seem to be the farthest away from the end of the trail,
but running the fastest
and working the hardest.
At least this way, my footprints go undisturbed.
And maybe someone
will happen along
this same trail
and be able to see exactly where
they shouldn’t step.
Sometimes, I think this muddy road
is quick sand.
If I watch a bird pass
Or notice how blue the sky is,
The pause in step
Will allow the sand
To capture me.
And before I know it,
I’ll be suffocated to death.

 
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