Painting

A poem by Portia Nelson called
An Autobiography In Five Short Chapters

I
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.

II
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 the same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
t still takes a long time to get out.

III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
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.

IV
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

V
I walk down a different street.