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I walk down the street
there is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in
I am lost...I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I pretend I don't see it
I fall in again
I can't believe I am in the same place
But it isn't my fault
It still takes a long time to get out

I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I see it is there
I still fall in....it's a habit
My eyes are open
I know where I am
It is my fault
I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I walk around it.

I walk down another street
I see a small hole
I fall down for a while
I finally figure out I have lost in the middle
And it is time to fully recover From my mental pain
It doesn’t work
Time has slowly slipped by and by
I sometimes laugh and sometimes cry
Thank you flying time
To bring myself back at last, and
I look forward to coming home,
meeting someone I desire, and
pursuing higher education
in one of my dreamlands!

(The first part of the poem was originally written by Portia Nelson, but the middle and final parts are composed by Kimteang Leng)