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[daisy_days]

Autobiography in five short chapters

By Portia Nelson

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.

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.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there. I still fall in…it’s a habit.
My eyes are open. I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street