When I walk long distances,
I tend to look at the ground,
The space is confined,
There’s not much “distance”,
When I look around.
This keeps my path short,
I’m always almost there,
A hop, skip, and a jump,
My destination is near.
I call it the long distance lie,
I am afraid to look up,
The road is covered in snow, dirt, and muck.
Reality, at times, is a burdensome weight,
And that destination in the distance,
Is really far away.
But I can’t deal with it now,
I’m okay with my lie,
A hop, skip, and a jump,
I’ll be there in no time.