following the footsteps

there once was a path,
and I knew that walking it would be
good.

justice,
liberty,
equality,
the good shit.

but following the footsteps
is not always easy
when the gaps can be so large.

I like to think
I can manage my own,
these pieds are fairly large
in their own way.

but the stride!
the massive, terrifying,
tremendous movements forward
everyone has already made
that I now need to leap
like that lizzard, like that tiger,
like those monkeys from trees,
like those flying squirrels,
and unlike this sloth,
just to get between each print.

that said,
I soldier on,
as any good little boy would do,
for there is much, indeed, to.