Time to take my first step. I can find my center of gravity. I have balance. Go ahead, push me. Harder. Harder! Until I fall or until I push back.
Time to take charge. I look for the reality in things. I struggle to see.
Time to move on. I know I can go faster, but I don't. I know I can go further, so I keep trying. I heard once that slow and steady win the race.
Time to take my last steps. I wonder if what I didn't do was worth it. I don't have an answer. It's too late. But I feel, in my heart, some peace.