Mid-Stride

I lifted the one foot just
to put it in front of the other.

This is the same ritual
that I do every single morning.

It doesn't matter what
you think about my habits.

The fact is, they are mine
and I will continue on, step by step.

This is my mantra,
my religion, my faith is found here.

One foot passes the other,
keeping pace with myself each day.

Waiting for the rush to come,
waiting for the energy to fade.

So with surprise, it catches me,
that I forgot to look before crossing.

And my ritual stopped,
mid-stride.