by Jon Ross Freely
Endless stream of downtime and a lack of pick me up.
Every pebble on this path has a chance to trip me up.
A sure foot, an unsure mind, and a fear of my next step.
A bag of stepping stones and a pace that cant be kept.
Step by step the bag gets lighter so I keep pressing on.
Whatever will I do when all my stepping stones are gone.
Maybe I'll just have a sit and use my stones for skipping.
Skip my stones to the horizon with no fear of ever slipping.