Walking seems straight forward.
Who gives second thoughts at all,
to the hidden truth there under foot?
Walking's a prolonged failed fall.
While stumbling further in pursuit
of seeing what's out ahead,
I mark the passing steps of life
from where I've fallen in this bed.
More than strength for extra miles,
my heart wishes to find the grace
to take my steps with memorable style,
and keep the ground far from my face.