The mud crumbling as each step imprint upon its land
Turning round to see where it falls
As long as it doesn't hit anyone else on the way down
Though I'm sure another will reach that height
Meeting themselves on the way
Feeling then viewing the same pain
Wondering is this the right pave
Can I just stay
Rest awhile
Or do I deceive myself with over-staying or even grasping up
What is left
Behind
What do we gain
Insight
Each other reflects through thine own eyes