While we rush it,
at the beginning, we learn to
Slow down a bit,
Everytime we fall.

Hands wide open on the sides
Balancing weights,
Watching down our feet,
Wondering what is now, here.

Yesterday, a few steps away,
The day before, just over there, in plain sight,
Down the road, this tiring season.

Blurred scenes from a long time ago, ...