This damn sidewalk.

This damn sidewalk,
walked so many trials before me,
each measured crack,
a blistering reminder,
of another day repeated,
like seeing something you want gone,
but cannot leave go of. 

This damn sidewalk.
I know each contour,
and wish I were not walking ,
once more in circles,
to work, to home, to work,
return again to that circling bird,
one calls a lifetime.

This damn sidewalk,
with the smell that is always the same,
the same step, shuffle, step, 
from the day before the day before the day before,
always endlessly wandering,
wanting a new view,
but knowing,
that breaking a mold takes more,
than a heart can contemplate alone. 

Am I brave enough to break a rhythm,
like some mad genius who knows,
that any change takes something,
a bigger thought that challenges,
forces actions disjointed,
an object in motion,
an object in motion
please God, stay in motion,
for to stop is to fall and forget. 

This damn sidewalk
it leads nowhere I want to be,
unless I take that forbidden corner,
take that new avenue not traveled,
do I dare?
do I dare?
Please God let me dare,
for to stop is to distress, and die.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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