There's a hole in my sidewalk 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 this same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes along 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 is a habit but 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.

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I don't know what i want sometimes.
But i know that i want to know what i want.
I know that once i know what i want,
i will be able to get it.
Of course, i may not want what i get when i get it..
But at least i'll know i don't want that!
Then i can move on to something else i don't know if i want..

Ah.. THAT'S PROGRESS..