Author: Portia Nelson

I walk down the street,
there is a deep hole in the side walk - 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 side walk.
I pretend I don't see it - I fall in again!
I can't believe I'm 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 side walk -
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 side walk -
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.