Every single day

I walk imperfection’s way

and I trip over myself, habitually.

 

But it’s no sweat.

I limp with no regrets.

Just lessons learned, continuously.

 

Still though, I fear

my gait remains unclear.

So I sit and meditate, vigorously.

 

And one of these days,

when something blocks my way,

I’ll learn to move, meticulously.

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