just keep walking

in my life,
you were like
when you're walking at speed
and you totally trip
over nothing - your feet
but you look back as if
you could see what it was
insignificant crack? or
just clumsiness dust?
well that's kind of like you
in my life, you're the crack
you're the trip over nothing
- but still I look back
with that impatient look
as if something was there
that would make it not my fault
for tripping on air