I’d be remiss if I didn’t warn you.
The path you’re on
I’ve been there too.
The progress you’re making is false.
The movement you feel is not advancement but sinking sand.
You can’t tell because the trees even play tricks on you.
I thought I’d tell you
even though
I know
You won’t believe me.
You cut me,
jumped over
and even stepped on me to get there.
To you
I’m am an enemy,
competition,
even maybe a joke
To me
You are another person with a silly smile
sinking slowly in the sand.
I reach out but no matter what
you won’t take my hand.
©Christopher F. Brown 2010
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