autobiography.....

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.

It still takes a long time to get out.

 

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.       
 

                                  Portia Nelson