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I Walk Down the Street
I.
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.

II.

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.

III.

I walk down the same street

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there, I still fall in...

It is habit, my eyes are open, I know where I am

It is my fault.

I get out immediately

IV.

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

V.

I walk down another street.