Steps – a poem

So many steps singly taken to bring

Us to this very moment, no longer

Living in the dark, shroom-like,

Conscious decisions made to slippery

Ends.

*

Innocuous suggestions realised in

Mirthful humour, giggling rapture

Catches us unaware, although knew

We what lay ahead, or imagined

We did.

*

A form of progression to these things

Lies like coloured sand, unspoken of

With much wonder to yet behold, promises

In minor noises much louder when

We try even harder.

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