77. Off the Ground
My steps are either Exaggerated or Subtle Another step forward was overshot Another backstep not far enough I couldn't pace my movements accurately It was deterred by the winds of life Like I had little to no footing I was a byproduct of her mood swings Like I was gliding with her air As she blew me her way I never realized Until I had fallen down Body broken on solid concrete That I’ve never actually touched the ground