I know a girl,
who runs,
without watching,
her step.
She just,
goes and,
goes.
I admire her,
how careless,
she is.
Her hair,
in the wind,
and the sparkle,
of her eyes.
She doesn’t,
yearn for anything,
but I am,
always,
looking down.
Watching my step,
making sure,
I don’t fall.
What do,
I miss,
in this,
world?
Just look up,
so I did,
I saw the girl,
fall,
but it wasn’t,
for me.