I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless
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 is not my fault.
It takes a long time to get out.
*
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk,
I see it's there.
I still fall in.
It is a habit.
It is 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.
* * * * *
Yes, I can make changes.
Bad Habits.......be gone........
Bad Habits.......be gone........