Middle Man
I’ve worn those shoes before
He says, pointing at my bare feet
I don’t understand, I’m not wearing shoes
But his words are soothing
So I keep going
I’ve traveled this road before
He says, gesturing towards the overgrown grass
I don’t understand, this path has been ignored
But his words are soothing
So I keep going
I’ve climbed this wall before
He says, looking up into the clouds
I don’t understand, this wall is unclimbable
But his words are soothing
So I keep going
I’ve crossed this river before
He says, skipping rocks across the surface
I don’t understand, he doesn’t know how to swim
But his words are soothing
So I keep going
I’ve been here before
He says, holding his own map upside-down
I don’t understand, nobody’s been here before
But his words are soothing
So I keep going
I’ve fallen before
He says, ignoring my twisted ankle and call for help
I don’t understand, he won’t help me get up
But his words are soothing
So I stop moving and fade into the ground.
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