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Not the perfect metaphor.

Submitted: April 03, 2013

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Submitted: April 03, 2013





As I take the first step

I look down at the concrete

I take another step toward my destination

And I continue walking

I pick my head up

And now I’m walking with a smile

I’m feeling confident in my steps.

I don’t have to look down

Then I get to the next block

And I’m still walking with a smirk

Only this block is a little crooked

So I walk fast before I get hurt

Then I get to the third block

And by this time, my smile is absent.

I walk tough and I walk alone.

Steps full of hatred.

Now I’m at the main street

And I have to get on the other side

But it’s such a busy street

Such a big stride

Then I remember when I first started walking

And I wait for the cars to stop at the light

Then I begin to cross the busy street

And my destination is in sight

I’ll never stop my steps

Not as long as I’m still breathing and talking

Cause the only way I’ll get to my destination, my dream

Is if I keep walking

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