Beautiful Worlds

by Faye Kusairi

26.3.10

 

The Streets

I walked down the street.
There was a hole.
I didn't see it, and then I fell in.
It wasn't my fault, but it took a very long time to get out.

I walked down the same street.
There was still a deep hole.
I pretended not to see it and so I fell in again.
I pretend it's still not my fault.
Then again, it takes a long time to get out.

I walked down the same street (over and over again);
there was still the same deep hole.
I saw it. I fell in anyway.
It was a habit but I got out quicker this time.

I walked down the same street one last time.
There was a deep hole.
I saw it, so I walked around it.
I did not fall in!

And so, I walk down a different street.

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