i am grown in these soils i step on everyday,

i have seen my feet stuck in them,

i have seen them run freely,

i have seen them get tired,

i am always looking at my feet,

and the soil behind them,

for it is such an effort,

to look up and face the vast sky,

too many possibilities out there,

knowing my feet are here,

not there,

so i’ll look down,

for all my life,

until the sky disappears.